By The title to this post maybe familiar because it’s the title of a great Amy Winehouse track. It’s a song that walks through the possibilities of what happens when our shoes lead us down dark alleys and into shady dives. I’m taking a different approach to the title, one that
Heaven & Hell. My local bike shop.
This story starts and ends with the dirt on the ground. This dirt is special. It captures everything that goes on in this soulful place. Get on your knees and smell this dirt, because it smells of a blend of oil, aluminium, steel, iron, welding, fibreglass and maybe a hint
My most favourite smells in life, which weirdly, includes my Bultaco.
This post was triggered by the smell of a motorcycle, a special motorcycle, and one which then got me thinking about my most favourite smells in life. However, the first words hit the iPad screen whilst I was on an aeroplane and someone sitting in the vicinity of my seat
Chip Shop Elvis, wine and a baby Yamaha, somewhere in Switzerland.
‘There’s a guy works down our chip shop swears his Elvis…….’ Were the last lines of a song on the radio that we heard before we turned the car engine off. It was a good song by Kirsty McColl, that still resonates with people, even though it was released in
The Power to Weight Factor
If you were a 14 or 15 year old in 1969, and living in Italy, AND you had one or more parents that were happy to buy you the latest speed weapon, the chances are that you might be the proud pilot and owner of a 50cc Peripoli Gulietta Super
A heap of shit………& a fabulous Bultaco
I bought my 1978 Bultaco Sherpa 350 from a man who had two trials bikes for sale. The other was an Ossa 350 Gripper (good name for a trials bike eh?). I went to buy one and ended up buying them both. The Ossa had been restored and the yellow
