Monday, 8 July 2013
JUST UNDER 450 KLMS IN THE SADDLE TODAY, AND MAN, IT FELT FANTASTIC . . . . GLORIOUS CLEAR BLUE WINTER SKIES, THE PURPLE PENIS CLEANED AND POLISHED FOR THE FIRST TIME IN MONTHS . . . . IT'S SO EASY TO FALL INTO A GROOVE ON THE ROAD, THAT'S WHEN THINGS CAN GET OUT OF HAND . . . . SO MANY KOOKS ON TWO WHEELS . . . . CROSSING DOUBLE LINES ON BLIND CORNERS, RIDING ALL OVER EACH OTHER IN HUGE FLOCKS . . . . LOOK OUT MOFO !!!
Spent two hours yesterday attacking the barnacles and oysters growing off the chrome surfaces of the Penis Mosheen, a pathetic three slovenly months since it was last lavished with the required level of love and care, with all the rain we've been having I just gave up on the thought of keeping it even moderately clean, one huge fuck-up that was . . . . the underside of the 'bars was hideously disgusting, some serious rust blisters were eventually taken back to almost gone care of ample wads of BriteShine and elbow grease, same for rocker covers, the pipes, left shock, the front rim . . . . and even the fork stanchions were liberally speckled with the cancerous growths and again, I was lucky enough to be able to remove 99.99% of it with the BriteShine, even more lucky that the worst fell between the top and bottom triple clamp and not on the surface making contact with the seals . . . . next week will see some serious application of Autosol to bring it all the way back to form, I've never let a bike slip so badly into a state of filth and it won't happen again.
THE PURPLE PENIS MINUS THE BARNACLES AND THE GRIME . . . . CLEANLINESS IS NEXT TO GOODLINESS
LAST STOP FOR THE DAY BEFORE HEADIN FOR HOME . . . . 'RE-SOULD' AT BRUNSWICK HEADS
TUMBULGUM HOTEL AND SOME PRETTY DULL BIKES . . . . FIVE WEEKS AGO IT WAS UNDER WATER
UNTIL THE ARRIVAL OF DAVE AND TONY THE PAIR OF DUCS WAS MY PICK OF THE BUNCH
LUNCH IN A GLASS AND SOME OXYGEN ENHANCERS . . . . I'M ALL ABOUT RACE FITNESS
THE VIEW TOWARD THE TWEED RIVER . . . . NOT EXACTLY SENSORY OVERLOAD AT THIS STAGE
THE LINE UP DOWN THE DRIVE THROUGH ENTRANCE . . . . A WHOLE MESS OF UNINSPIRING BIKES
THE BIKE'S MASCOT, RAT FINK . . . . SOMEBODY PINCHED THE ONE FOR THE REAR TIRE