Nice story.
Lucky bloke having something to play that doesn't need to be amplified.
After pulling the entire front end of the bike to pieces today to replace the oil in the forks and putting it all together again, there was nothing left to do but chill out and play my guitar.
Only to be outdone by a miserable $1 500ma HT fuse which had blown just as I turned the Marshall on. So no guitar today.
Luckily Gini had the answer - a brand new copy of MotoGP3 Ultimate Racing Technology she had sneakily purchased to surprise me with ...
Down to Dick Smiths in the morning. I must have my Marshall fix this weekend.
btw scored a drum kit for the smallest one Jim - one of those little 3 piece with cymbal in the bass drum kits - you'd piss yourself watching him play it - I bought some 5Bs and cut them down so they're perfect for 20 month old hands. Tim starts piano lessons soon - Jessie's already doing lessons.
The band's coming together...
And I to my motorcycle parked like the soul of the junkyard. Restored, a bicycle fleshed with power, and tore off. Up Highway 106 continually drunk on the wind in my mouth. Wringing the handlebar for speed, wild to be wreckage forever.
- James Dickey, Cherrylog Road.
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