My life with old motorcycles.Seems like I'm trying to buy everything I couldn't afford as a kid in the late 70s.Dirt Bikes primarily, as I find coming off on mud hurts less.What do I get for giving these old clunkers a home? Nothing but trouble.Usually just nothing. Can't blame them I suppose soon as one does run,I thrash it round a course for 2 hours or so. Read on for tales of mechanical maladies and technical mysteries,impulsive purchases and improvident riding
Saturday, 28 February 2009
Delayed Kick Off
The holiday itinerary gets complicated by Inter v Man U ko at 1.30 am . We warm up with a few Kingfishers (KFs from now on) over at Palolem -next beach more lively.Meet interesting,lively lass from Brum at ace bar with footy highlights on -turns into Thatcherite loon after 4 beers so engage the Italian gearbox... Go eat but Dave keeps ordering large KFs. Get back to Patnem and blag a seat in bar with footy on, crap match only enlivened by maniacs piling in with info on their current chemical state. Been offered stuff twice already here, Patnem's got a little less innocent. However we have bikes,mine Pulsar 180 sports bike Dave has Avenger 200 lowrider .Bajaj of India's Bad Boys!
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