Tuesday, 29 December 2009

Story told

Theakstons music Festival - I saw my first shovel chop too scared to speak to the guy me and Chris must have been about 15 at the time. Photo copy of Koptri panhand from a real mag sent by little Mark from Awol. A working pass from Saunier Duval in Nantes the source of all the french hot rod mags. Levellers ticket from 92........

These words have held me safe

One for the Loveless Team..got to be worth a "Loveless engineering" sticker. Come on stand up to the mark to get your sticker!

This nights dreams tomorrows memories

Monday, 28 December 2009

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Sunday, 27 December 2009


Gallows gig friends always something to say giving me something I nearly lost in this nanny state of today a bobbing ship on the ever riseing sea of climate change the dance the volume the WORDS refreshing the the system cleansing the soul the mind the first DICE back street heroes classic horse odgie and his skill for timing the ever changing world that we live in abk loveless desire to be different we make it happen the shed metal racing hardtails the dream complete we move on to the next empty page with our minds we draw realizing metal solutions engine frame brakes and paint?

The importance of function.....a form of art held high by only the few.

Saturday, 26 December 2009

Boxing Day Blues

Not the planned Boxing walk, Mandy was sick in the night that bug thats going around. So a quite day. But I got an hour out on the XT, boy was it salty and mudding great fun on the XT couple of slides kept me sharp. Back in the shed I extended the curtain strips well half of them by riviting bits from a spare to the bottom. The final house work to keep the bottom end warm. Now I can start on the Sporty clean up and fab.Align Centre

Friday, 25 December 2009

Back in cyberspace

After a month without broadband I wasnt particularly interested in blogging, so I did some thinking. Why do people blog? fame and fortune? or is it more than skin deep. A window into the inner self? a single journey of adventure that requires no confirmation of success or failure? or may be a return journey? may be we all need to be out there, beyond our comfort zone and to tell people well not actual tell document our life, like some 2000 year old scripture, our adventures recorded frozen in time. The we is not an open we but the circle of more than friends that I speak with party with drink with, you know who you are

Cheers boys

Roll on the spring