. . . . SO, I WAS SITTING THINKING ABOUT THE ANTICIPATED TITANIUM PIPES I'M HAVING FABBED UP FOR THE SKIRTSTER BY THIS MENTAL KIWI MATE OF MINE WHEN SUDDENLY THE REMNANT SKERRICK OF MY MIND THAT WAS NOT OBLITERATED BY A QUARTER OF A CENTURY OF ROCK+ROLL EXCESSES IS FILLED WITH VISIONS OF THE HORNIEST, MOST CURVACEOUS BIKE EXHAUST I'VE EVER ENCOUNTERED . . . . .
IT BELONGED TO A ROAD RACING RIDE THAT BLEW THE TWO WHEELED WORLD AWAY IN THE EARLY TO MID '90's AND IT WAS BUILT BY ONE TWISTED, DEMENTED, GENIUS BLOKE [WITH SERIOUS HELP FROM A CLOSE KNIT CIRCLE OF TRUE BELIEVERS] IN HIS BACK YARD IN CHRISTCHURCH NEW ZEALAND . . . .
GENTLEMEN, I GIVE YOU . . . . . THE BRITTEN !!!!
The bike, and its primary early jockey, Andrew Stroud, went on to badly embarrass the likes of Harley, Ducati, Guzzi et al in the then newish B.E.A.R.S races, it knocked the shit out of all the megabuck teams at Daytona and more, this jigger stood the motorcycling world on its collective fucking ear !! Not only did it go like a scalded, acid effected, steroid injected cat, but it was a testament to fastidious, analy obsessive quality and attention to detail in all things engineering and mechanical . . . .
Sadly, the man behind this magnificent madness, John Britten, died of cancer before the project was completely finished but there are enough of them around to insure the psychadelic dreams of this brilliant Kiwi live on . . .
Which brings me back to my initial point, phew . . . . . for weeks when this thing was all over every bike rag on the planet, I'd sit at the lunch table with my partners and our trusty apprentii at Classic Bike Tune and I would stare at the pipes on it in whatever mag had just given it yet another feature. Sleekily serpentine, they sexily snaked along the side of the bike in all their purple, pythonesquely penile beauty and to this day they still do it for me. Even though the later versions had a more coiled appearance, the first model's more simplistic lines almost brought me to stain my shorts . . . oooh la la !!!
IF YOU DON'T KNOW TOO MUCH ABOUT THIS REMARKABLE RIDE YOU OWE IT TO YOURSELF TO GET ON THE NET AND SUSS IT OUT, ESSENTIAL, COMPULSORY HISTORICAL READING !!!! ["Top Gear" did a beaut mini doco on it yonks ago too]
To pull this thing up in a hurry . . . . I was hunting for a suitable photo to pilfer and post for your delights when I stumbled across a shot I figured would do the job, when I punched the button it was but a couple of frames in an utterly fuck off set of pics taken at the Barber Vintage Motorsports Museum in the U.S of A !!!!
BIG THANKS TO THE CREW FROM "UNTAMED VELOCITY" FOR THE PICS BY THEIR INTREPID PHOTOGS, SUPER WORK GUYS !!!
NOW, GO AHEAD AND CHECK THIS SHIT OUT BY CLICKING ON THE LINK UNDERNEATH THIS PARA BUT DON'T FORGET TO SPEND SOME TIME OGLEING THE POINT OF THIS LENGTHY BLURB . . . . THE ONE AND ONLY BRITTEN AND ITS SUPER SEXY SYSTEM !!!!
Untamed Velocity - Tour of the Barber Motorsports Museum, Birmingham, Alabama
IT BELONGED TO A ROAD RACING RIDE THAT BLEW THE TWO WHEELED WORLD AWAY IN THE EARLY TO MID '90's AND IT WAS BUILT BY ONE TWISTED, DEMENTED, GENIUS BLOKE [WITH SERIOUS HELP FROM A CLOSE KNIT CIRCLE OF TRUE BELIEVERS] IN HIS BACK YARD IN CHRISTCHURCH NEW ZEALAND . . . .
GENTLEMEN, I GIVE YOU . . . . . THE BRITTEN !!!!
The bike, and its primary early jockey, Andrew Stroud, went on to badly embarrass the likes of Harley, Ducati, Guzzi et al in the then newish B.E.A.R.S races, it knocked the shit out of all the megabuck teams at Daytona and more, this jigger stood the motorcycling world on its collective fucking ear !! Not only did it go like a scalded, acid effected, steroid injected cat, but it was a testament to fastidious, analy obsessive quality and attention to detail in all things engineering and mechanical . . . .
Sadly, the man behind this magnificent madness, John Britten, died of cancer before the project was completely finished but there are enough of them around to insure the psychadelic dreams of this brilliant Kiwi live on . . .
Which brings me back to my initial point, phew . . . . . for weeks when this thing was all over every bike rag on the planet, I'd sit at the lunch table with my partners and our trusty apprentii at Classic Bike Tune and I would stare at the pipes on it in whatever mag had just given it yet another feature. Sleekily serpentine, they sexily snaked along the side of the bike in all their purple, pythonesquely penile beauty and to this day they still do it for me. Even though the later versions had a more coiled appearance, the first model's more simplistic lines almost brought me to stain my shorts . . . oooh la la !!!
IF YOU DON'T KNOW TOO MUCH ABOUT THIS REMARKABLE RIDE YOU OWE IT TO YOURSELF TO GET ON THE NET AND SUSS IT OUT, ESSENTIAL, COMPULSORY HISTORICAL READING !!!! ["Top Gear" did a beaut mini doco on it yonks ago too]
To pull this thing up in a hurry . . . . I was hunting for a suitable photo to pilfer and post for your delights when I stumbled across a shot I figured would do the job, when I punched the button it was but a couple of frames in an utterly fuck off set of pics taken at the Barber Vintage Motorsports Museum in the U.S of A !!!!
BIG THANKS TO THE CREW FROM "UNTAMED VELOCITY" FOR THE PICS BY THEIR INTREPID PHOTOGS, SUPER WORK GUYS !!!
NOW, GO AHEAD AND CHECK THIS SHIT OUT BY CLICKING ON THE LINK UNDERNEATH THIS PARA BUT DON'T FORGET TO SPEND SOME TIME OGLEING THE POINT OF THIS LENGTHY BLURB . . . . THE ONE AND ONLY BRITTEN AND ITS SUPER SEXY SYSTEM !!!!
Untamed Velocity - Tour of the Barber Motorsports Museum, Birmingham, Alabama
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