Bike collections

Today, whilst I was there for other reasons, I had the pleasure of
viewing a private bike collection in the wilds of Cumbria. Amongst the
huge amount of old Brit bikes and Italian stuff that I know little
about, the owner has a brand new and unregistered Yamaha OW01 and an
unregistered MV F4 that will never be ridden, an immaculate 400 Four F2
in burgundy with gold stripes, a similarly immaculate H1A Kawasaki,
Bimota Tesi, one of Barry Sheene's old Heron Suzuki RG500s, two of Mick
Grant's old Kawasaki KR race bikes and a few other oddities that have
been restored to as new condition. He doesn't have any RDs though, which
is a shame.

It was worth the 570 mile round trip on a bike with a chain that is so
fucked it causes vibes through the pegs, and an unbalanced front wheel
just to see those bikes.

 

You need to meet Desi Collins, you do.

--
Gavsta.
GSXR600K1
Z750 Race Bike.
R6 Endurance bike (2003 Restricted class Endurance Winners. Team NFG).

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Gavsta says...

Can he balance my front wheel properly?

 

TBH, Probably yes.

Have you *seen* the bikes he sponsers?

--
Gavsta.
GSXR600K1
Z750 Race Bike.
R6 Endurance bike (2003 Restricted class Endurance Winners. Team NFG).

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Gavsta says...

Possibly saw some at the NW200 a couple of years ago, but thb there were
so many there and so many new names to take in that he probably didn't
make an impact on me. Besides, I have a shite memory anyway.

Who is he?
Urls?
Clues?
Will he balance my fucking front wheel or not?

 

Rope wrote

I fucking resent that. I am about the only fucking one around here who
doesn't witter on endlessly about the old days.

Bikes I have ridden, books I have read, meals I have eaten and places I
have been. You lot are the fucking worlds experts at variations on past
tenses. There is not fucking one of you who looks to tomorrow as fondly
as I fucking do. Not fucking one. And fucking shame on the lot of you
for it.

 

bollocks - I'm looking forward to tomorrow - it's Saturday.

 

Calm down or you won't even get there.

 

darsy wrote

Is it? Bugger, if I had known I would have saved that until Monday.

 

Indeed. And then I'm looking forward to Monday. I'll get to ride my bike
for the first time this year.

 

losing track of time is a sure sign of senility.

 

still got the B12?

 

Hopefully.

 

You silly old sod

 

darsy wrote

Look, I am not arguing ok. It is not funny I can tell you. It is going
to happen to you sooner or later too, it may well be all ready.

The odd word here and there gone. Not on the tip of your tongue, or at
the back of your mind, or any other of those places that you can get it
back from, but gone. Disappeared, like wimmin when I am feeling horny,
totally out of your life.

Understand?

Disquieting innit?

 

steve auvache secured a place in history by writing:

Bollocks. I am looking forward to tomorrow bigtime, since I am going on my
first pikey English beach holiday since I was about 12 years old. Buckets
and spades, fish and chips, processed ham and tomato sandwiches for lunch
and I will try and find a pub that serves Watney's Red Barrel for good
measure. It's for the sake of the children, who will not appreciate the
sophistication and elegance that a continental holiday can provide. Or,
more to the point, I am not scraping the bottom of my wallet to fly them to
foreign climes so they can be sick and get sunburnt at my expense. They
need to understand their heritage, if it was good enough for me etc etc

Anyone here been to Portland Bill? The consensus amongst my friends and
colleagues is that it is 'ming-mong land', which, strangely, makes it all
the more attractive.

 

It's good enough for a family holiday. Especially one that you'll spend in
your caravan as it pisses down.

 

porl secured a place in history by writing:

In this respect, it differs from my childhood holidays. Modern wealth
allows me to house my family for a week in a cottage furnished with TV,
Playstation and CD player, amongst the other trappings of modern existence.

I did look for a rusty old caravan with no bog so the little ones can
experience the delight of waking in the night and pissing in a bucket, then
having to cart it off in the morning to the communal public toilets, but
no-one seems to offer holidays for the truly nostalgic any more.

 

Yeah, been down there a couple of times, staying with some mates who
ran a climbing shop there. Good for diving/snorkelling as well, but
not much in the way of life. Couple of semi-decent pubs, I suppose,
but that's about it.

WTF?

 

existence.

What kind of fucking holiday is that???!??!!!111111

If you took them somewhere foreign at least it'd open their tiny minds a bit
and get them thinking "Eurgh! People are weird here! I want to go back to
school"