Thruxton

We're going tomorrow. It's a brown Z750 Twin with a strange ally rack. If
you see us, it'd be nice to say hello.

 

and a top box with you're sandwiches in ?

seriously though - good luck - and let us know how you got on.

 

*Must resist*

I am still looking for a decent cheap one, as it happens.

 

Champ says...

Petal and I saw a very nice conditioned one at a bike meet in
Northamptonshire on Wednesday evening. Why is it you only see the mucky
brown coloured ones? They did make them in other colours.

 

Cuntybollox says...

Yes, it was fairly busy. I met up with a bloke called Geoff Prentice who
I've known for about 25 years. He's built a V-Max sidecar outfit from
scratch utilising a home built hub-centred steered front end that is
mounted off the chair, complete with steered third wheel. He taught
himself how to weld alloy to make the body of the chair, and a
respectable job he's done too. There were other people I haven't seen
for years there too, I'm going to stop going there.

I haven't a clue where exactly you are, but I had an idea you were
close.

 

Cuntybollox says...

I spent the best part of the night chatting to Pete and my old mate Tin-
Tin[1]. They were the only people there I'd want anything to do with.

[1] He's just finished fully restoring a 1975 CB750K2, which he now uses
daily.

 

Cuntybollox says...

Blue with gold stripes. Fella's firmly stuck in the early 80s.

 

A decade on from you, then ;-))

 

Lozzo wrote:

[Z750]

I nearly bought a blue one.

I wasn't expecting it to be a a twin, neither was I expecting it to be so
awful. Oddly, I didn't buy it.

 

The Older Gentleman says...

Pots, kettles, cunts?

Ring any bells?

 

sweller pibbled:

<assumes indignant posture of bloke with ugly girlfriend[1]>

S'not awful. Really, it isn't. Happily kept up with assorted fazers and
stuff on way up[2], hunted down long caterpillars of plastic frippery on the
scenic route home. I call her Gerald[3].

[1] - She isn't. She does however have an ugly boyfriend.
[2] - OK, so after a hard thrashing down the motorway, she likes to stop and
think awhile before moving off from the lights again. But she's an old
lady, so I can forgive her little foibles.
[3] - She's getting rather old but she's a *good* bike.

 

heh. Thank you, Mr FLoyd.

 

It's a bit of a joke, though.