Welcome technophobes, grease monkies, and motorheads
Welcome to a new'ish' site written by and with the imput from people who,s brains are so full of;
Technical abillity, Insane ideas, and the love of wierd and wonderfull shit, that there is no time in their over stressed brains for "CRAP" like spelling and punktuation.
Friday, 29 November 2013
14110 feet (roughly 4500m)
It would be like piloting a rocket into the icy blue stratosphere, G force pinning you into your seat whilst you flow through turn after turn after turn, the endless backdrop of mile upon mile of Colorado. nothing but fresh air and infinity as a run-off , finally reaching the thin air of the summit and the realisation that the ride is over when you spot the chequerd flag.
FUCK that has got to be a rush.
That is why i have decided to do it.
That is why i have decided not to sell the DUKE.
That is why i need another 2 big builds in the bag ( to finance it and my new flat track bike).
That is why i have to race.
I was looking at Travis Newbolds Blog http://747rider.blogspot.co.uk/ all i saw was his registration payment for the Pikes peak
When something just clicked. I have to do that .if i cant this year then ill do it next.
My next thought was don't be a Tosser you have bills to pay.
My next thought was ," If i don't do it, one day im gunna be ill and dying thinking' What a waste, Why the fuck didn't i live, Why the fuck didnt' i grab life by the tits, kick it in the balls and fucking hang on., Just to see if i could . "
If you don't do it now . then When.
Realising this have given me an imense buzz. I have visions of Bert Monroe preparing his bike to ship it to Bonniville and i think that could be me. but on a hill, not on the flats.
I am so stoked i can hardley sleep.
Must be FUCKING NUTTS.
ps i think thats Dimitri Costa above. If he can do it so can i..
Monday, 25 November 2013
I know ive been slacking with my blog lately, since i have started working for myself i have been "flat out like a lizard drinkin". but im back on the vibe now.
so much so that i have another Blog that i have just started.
This other blog is to promote my self as a carpenter and keep poeple up to date with what i do. Dont worie it still has the bad spelling and terrible grammar. Spelcheck is trying to help me but im just too broke to be fixed.
please have a gander at my other blog and spred the good word http://goodwoodframes.blogspot.co.uk/
i also have a website that i am working on @ http://goodwoodframes.weebly.com/
Both of these sites are hard to stumble on so if a few good folk like yourselves have a butchers
then it would raise the profile and make it easyer to find. You may even want a house/extention building yourself.
Sunday, 24 November 2013
Saturday, 23 November 2013
The lastedt copy of SIDEBURN arrived.
My race licence arrived.
Gracing the pages of this lovely mag is an article on flattrack racing in the uk. There's even a picture of yours truly in there.
Reading this article really vibed me up for next seasons racing.
So this morning I thought " fuck it ! Get your ass out of your fartsack and get in the bloody shed, that Ducati ain't gunna sell its self.
Thank you SIDEBURN for givin me a kick up the ass.
Ive had a lovely day in my shed.
Thursday, 21 November 2013
portugese hill climb .Right this is what i filmed on my phone when i was in Portuagal. Only 2 guys made it to the top of the hill that day 2500 Euros each . They were farther and son, this is the dad not quite making it on his 2nd attempt. |Sorry for the shit Quality
Sunday, 17 November 2013
Monday, 11 November 2013
"Much work " the owner said to me in Brocken English .
No shit . The more I looked at it the more cool stuff I saw. He had obviously bent,ground,welded and fabricated everything himself. Not just bolted on loads of bits.
Saturday, 9 November 2013
Monday, 4 November 2013
There has been more than one occasion , when i have been running (one shoe'd ) through a field chasing him-chasing-cows or appologising to farmers that were standing waist deep in rivers, whilst they were rescuing sheep that had been chased there by him. On those occasions had i had a gun i would have shot him myself.
He has spent more nights barking in the wilderness then being driven home by complete strangers than i can count. HE has bitten the arse off of sheep whilst giving me the "V"s .
But he has also made me wet myself laughing when i was pissed off , done something stoopid when i was angry with the world and he has sat on the back of my bike egging me on when normal people would be diggin me with their knees and shouting at me to slow down.
check Jack the b rides to work if you havent already seen it.
At 6/7 years old the poor bastard has got a tumour bigger than a fist .
so i had to take him to the vets today and let him rest.
Now there is no one to stick their head in my shoppin bag as soon as i get in the car or wipe their nose all over my windscreen or moan at me for a walk strait after dinner, or leave me horse from shouting,out of breath and angry, stood one shoe'd in a boggy marsh cursing the day he was born.
I never thought i would miss him but now there is a bastard shaped hole in my life.
Sunday, 3 November 2013
This weekend in Cornwall was stou as hell