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
Tuesday, 21 April 2009
Moonshine Down On Me
My neighbour brings me a liquid present back from Slovakia - made by his father.He pours it on the table and ignites it,it burns with a vivid blue flame: and then we drink it.
Half nine in the morning,eyes blurred, but ears receiving -noises downstairs.. There's intruders in my house! After a tirade as blue as the flame my mates inform me the door was unlocked and it was MY idea to go watch Twinshock Motocross anyway. Off we head to Polesworth near Tamworth for one of the rounds of the National series. Dry weather,grand track (a little stony) good racing and best of all bikes of our era.Mostly Jap, a few Euro and some evolution monoshocks.My faves the 125s have plenty of Suzukis to keep me happy.Mark is amazed that these gladiators of speed once helmetless prove to be bald or grizzled 40 + like ourselves.Dave is made up to meet a former childhood mate racing a Husky/Honda 500.Gestures are exchanged as he rounds "our" corner and he nearly loses it on the exit! A great day by a top club and no MX snobbery encountered whatsoever.Maybe next year I'll be more than a spectator..
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