Friday I got home from Sudbury to find my back issues of Dirty Magazine had arrived! The publisher is also a cracking pinstriper and sign painter.
Saturday I decided to head off to the Stafford motorcycle show and swap meet. It was massive!
Do you know what this is?
The Wall of Death used to be a staple at county fairs everywhere. I feel lucky to have seen it.
No helmet, no gloves, no hands! With these G-forces the rider wouldn't be able to lift his head wearing a helmet.
Indian scount roller queen.
Do you know what this is? This was my first road-legal motorcycle. I rattle canned mine red and stuck some shitty air cleaner pods on it. When I lost interest in it we pushed it out to the road. This one's for sale for £2460. What was I thinking?
The Suzy-Q from Newark was there with a stablemate.
A tidy T-140 powered Triton.
and if you read this far, I give you the Demon Drome!
Unfortunately while I was fucking around in the North, Gena was dealing with Max and the vet. I can't tell you how much I appreciate her dealing with this shit while I'm an ocean away. This time the result wasn't good and we're both absolutely gutted. Thank you sweetie.