Tuesday, 27 November 2012

Saturday, 24 November 2012

Monday, 19 November 2012

SHD autojumble

 Off to SHD with Gordie, a full English in the next door cafe and then off to get my hands dirty in the many parts boxes, hello to Bob who had a collection of bottom draw bits and bobs and a long chat about the love hate shovel relationship, including long discussion over clutch tamers, the best one to fit and the best way to set it up, I've got to know Bob quite well over the least year, he doesn't usually give free advice (well its his job to work on your Harley) but I always leave our conversation with my head full, I have to sit quietly for 5 minutes and try and save all that free advice.  Into Steve's workshop and a look around a flathead up on the operating table.
 A great 60's ironhead, call it what you will, but I see a summer pub hopper (you don't get bars in England), a cast case kicker, very nice.
Then round the corner to have a word with Shaun who is selling shovel bits out of his coveted caddy, which is finally up for sale, thing is I'm not sure I want one now ! Later on I ring Tim back who wants to buy the remaining BM parts to build up another BM, result cash flow, and guess what, I have found a swing arm just waiting for a mail back on postage!

Wednesday, 14 November 2012

Fun in Iceland

 Two highlights from a recent trip to Iceland, first off the hot springs at the Blue Lagoon and second a most excellent off road trip from the black sand beaches to the top of mountains, three hours of pure off road fun

Monday, 12 November 2012

I bent my triumph push rod

With the shovel on a SORN and a nice sunny day what should I do? work in the garden or take the nearly legal triumph out for a spin? On a good day I can hear the crosser boys ripping up the mud down at the local unoffical off road track.  So off I go with a flask of home made soup and a cheese sandwich.  With the triumph leaning against a broken fence and out of sight of the boys in blue I settle down to watch the local lads flinging mud. I'm just unscrewing the lid of my tartan flask when "does it go mister" yeah " how old is it mister" 67' "ha ha fancy a race" well...........I wait for the lad on a GP 125 to come round again, and dump the clutch, arse pushed back to get the 12 year old second hand ( thanks Dangerous ) avon to bite in the mud.  Now these are road tyres, at the first long bend I pass the lad and puching the air with respect.  I wait for him at he start/finish line where a small group are gathered around firing questions at the old triumph.  I have a cup of soup while still sitting on the bike, not wanting to push my luck I take another pass with the engine still not finding its rev limit I take the exit to the road just as the bike back fires and goes to one pot....the lesson? know your limits....and listen to your motor