Sunday, 29 January 2012

Saturday, 28 January 2012

Thursday, 26 January 2012

ask, ring or come and see me......

Did I miss the blog world? no way, I'm sick of most of the stuff thats out there. This is just a rant from me, I dont want to offend anyone, we do these blogs for our own reason, and thats up to those that write them, those that read them expect or get something from it, I would hope. If you want more than is on this blog ask, ring or come and see me...

Tuesday, 3 January 2012

T Party Part I

T party tea tee wine beer aqua vitae, fruit cake beans chilli garlic, bread cake cheese biscuits, standing sitting talking eating, noise quite questions answers, metal hammers paint wet and dry leathers handle bars grips wires triumphs sporty shovel guzzi ducati garage shed build rebuild sort save sort sell........the local lads drunk wine mostly red, the far away boys drank tea and coffee mostly black, past years we would have sat in a summer field telling stories these days it doesnt happen we dont have the time or the motivation

Another Party Part II

Monday, Gordie and I were winging our over to see our good friend Chris, only he didnt know we were coming, his Mrs had arranged a secret Birthday party with strictly no cards or presents, which suits me. I did manage to find a photo of him on the triumph which I put in a frame. As we approach the garage door is up and Chris comes out to greet us is his usual fashion. We stand drinking coffee and chewing the fat, catching up, and looking around the work shop, jealous with the two recent skip finds and sadden by the empty space were the lathe was, sold to a HOGie to fund a chopper project. This brings a smile to our face as Chris tells the story, he reckons that the HOGie bought it so he could say he was an engineer and reckons it'll be up for sale soon. Matchy Carl arrives and we laugh at tales of green lane adventures and the Matchy falling over and denting the tank. We mix with the crowds as more people arrive and finally getting away with promise of summer riding. We shake hands and hug, he means it and so do we, this aint no Chopper DVD, its our life.