By 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
The Tour de Bultaco – Part 1, Stage 1……..
How many times have you read motorcycle or other types of adventure books where the writer started with; I needed to escape from etc etc, I needed space to be myself etc etc, I needed to see the world etc etc, I needed to get out of the rat
Always look on the bright side of life
I’m currently, halfway through listening to Eric Idle’s autobiography in audio book format, and it is read by the man himself. The fact that he is reading it, means he can bring the words to life in a way no other could, particularly when he is doing old Monty Python
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
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
