When I was about 10 my Mum and Dad dragged me around a local classic car & steam engine show. I wasn't really interested in much, but then my Dad says look at this... Yes, and...? Look closer... Ah! Its a James! So for the last 30 years I have secretly wanted to own a "James". Not too long ago I was riding around the block. And spied some really old motorbike tyres in a garage, being a self respecting biker I take a second look and wander over ...
More bits and pieces pulled off and filed under R (ugly oem catch bottle, wire brackets for hoses, other brackets, pillion peg mounts, grab rails, headlight support etc).. Switch gear is gone, foot rests and brakes have been pulled for cleaning, new pads, fluid and braided lines are on the list. After realizing that the engine was a stressed member it looks like I may need to fabricate some rails to go in between the front and rear engine mounts. Also ...
A few months ago now I killed the motor in my Spada, being that the reg has long since lapsed I'm not going to worry about putting it on the road again. I came to the conclusion the remains aren't worth much at all so will employ my engineering talents and turn it into a track scoot, WITH A XR650 ENGINE TRANSPLANT WOO DE DOO !!! It will be a while until I can afford a new motor so in the mean time I'll pretty much be pulling the chassis, brakes and suspension apart to give it all ...
depressing food day....It started with Blackshears triple pizza n coke spectacular save from its tank top perch while avoiding a metal encased maniac on the road...from there it deteriorated into who is having what for dinner tonight and how many beers it takes to prepare... I did not need to read that, I am at day 7 in the dry camp. It was mid afternoon and my mind drifted in an unalcholic induced manner to tonights dinner. Its Friday! I don't like Fridays cause of dinner at least ...
http://www.1000km-hockenheim.de/ Hmmm that's not too far away.... Looks interesting!
3 April 2009 So, I have arrived here in Freiburg! After 30 hours of on-the-plane, off-the-plane, on-the-train interspersed with some hobo bench sleeping at Bagkok airport, Clara’s mum picked me up from Freiburg train station. Already we have eaten both Bretzeln und Kartoffeln. And this is not even Bavaria… I actually wrote a brilliantly witty, gobsmackingly concise blog entry a couple of hours ago, only to find that when I pushed ‘submit’ KB had logged me off. Doh. ...
So I decided to get my arse back onto the race track and try and get back the skills, knowledge and feel I'd lost from not riding regularly. First problem was getting a bike. After a bit of thinking and a couple of phone calls I asked Paul if I could hire/rent/whatever his 05 CBR600RR race bike for the day. He refused any payment for me using the bike for the day with the only condition being the standard you break it you fix/bought it. No problem with that at all as I wouldn't dream ...
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