I SUPPOSE THIS SORTA SHIT HAPPENS TO ME ONCE OR TWICE EVERY SIX, SEVEN OR EIGHT YEARS, OCCASIONALLY MORE . . . . I ASSUME IT HAPPENS TO OTHERS AS WELL TO GREATER OR LESSER DEGREES, I'M NOT 'THAT' SPECIAL, SHIRLEY, THERE'S GOTTA BE MORE OF YOU ???? . . . . VIVID FLASHES OF COLOUR IN LIFE'S SOMETIMES OPPRESSIVE BEIGE . . . . PEOPLE ARE GOOD, GOOD PEOPLE ARE DIAMONDS . . . .

ONCE IN A WHILE . . . .

. . . . . you run into someone who's dancing to different drummer, walking a path less trodden, ridin a road less traveled, fishin from a different river, a man completely on his own trip . . . . the bloke who's gifted on both sides of the brain, hemispherically ambidextrous, a broad circle of friends and acquaintances who respect his work . . . . extremely knowledgeable, hard and hard arsed when he needs to be, staunch and straight with his own values, funnier than shit, and dryer than, than a Kalahari Bushman's scrotum . . . . the kind of bloke who is able to pull off now near full ink, big motherfucker nose ring, even bigger bungs . . . . and still look like the handsome chap about the workshop . . . . the fella who can ride the tires of anything, and rebuild it in a heartbeat when he's exploded it's guts all over the road !!!!!

The dude in the top photo is such a bloke . . . . this is one of his little rockets from about six years ago, the Sporty I mean . . . . the Rockette in the red dress, alabaster skin and Betty-esque blunt fringe is the delightful Chantay . . . . the bike's always stuck in my mind's eye . . . . so has the charmingly sensual Chantay . . . . ooh la la.

*****  [Photos care of legit Mr Nice Guy, Rod Cole/Orlando Images]