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This weekend I will be mostly: making shutters: I had 3 quotes to have our downstairs shutters replaced, 2 pairs 1m50 x 1m ish and one triple shutter 2m20 x 1m50 ish all 3 quotes were over 3000€ ! That's just taking the piss so seeing as I have 3 weeks of furlough to deal with and the weather should be good enough to work outside I thought I'd have a go myself. Though I've never made any shutters, I did originally train as a marine carpenter / boat builder. I had to clean nearly 20 years of cobwebs off this before I could start Having no power tools other than a cordless drill, I bought pre sawn planks for about 100€, ( doing one to stqrt with and see how it turns out) a box of screws, and a couple of thicker planks for the cross members, took the measures from the existing shuters and set to. dismantled them this morning for a 1st coat of varnish tomorrow. just then need to reassemble, 2 more coats varnish and fit to the existing hinges. total cost around 130€ per window.

Here ya go Bruce, Michelle is branching out . Spotted this today in Cheddar..................

Damn illegal aliens at stopNstab were boiling me nads today. ?

The system sent the same thing twice for some reason. I'll send you another one now saying "Don't visit Adventure Motorcycles till you get a fucking camera".

Reminds me of a story about Tammy's 16 year old daughter repeating loudly what i told her about grits in a southern diner full of born again gun owning banjo playing country folk. She asked what grits were, i said quietly so only she could hear..."Grits is pig food" Her reply.. Grits is pig food!?!

Good is he says i can operate motor vehicles and lift more than a few pounds. I only had one pack abs going in, and they cut through those to get inside. I have gained weight to 130, thats pretty good. if i can at least ride the Tomos. That would be something to hope for.

Some assorted pictures:

One of my laps, on a weekend with traffic following my mate Uwe on his 318is, my car also a 318 with 140hp, his slightly more horsepower but mine heavier, better suspension and a passenger. My brother filming with his hand held phone, quality camera work Get's busier from 5:30 on: One of my favourite clips, this nice man driving a 200hp Clio RS on a nice clear lap, I pass him at around the 1:00 at the Hatzenbach, love to see my car from the outside: Or, a short clip in the wet: Nor do I plan to! They ARE bumpy, there's a reason German cars are always so stable at high speed, Germany's concrete slabs with cuts between them do not make for a nice motorway surface. If you plan on going for a proper top speed run just keep your eyes open an go for it, an autobahn just because of the name is nonsense, man up and face the fine, or run.... Give me the Portuguese A2 or any of the big French motorways and you can properly stretch the legs of anything on them. Bugatti's Andy Wallace drove on the Portuguese A13 on my suggestion, and they weren't displeased, they wouldn't have managed the same result anywhere on a public road in Germany! There is no words that describe what that place is to me on this thread, I can close my eyes and see every corner like it's a high deff slide show, do a whole lap in my mind and remembering the bumps that have since then been fixed, the smell of the end of the last lap of the day cooling off with the windows open. The intensity of a mid afternoon fast lap, or drifting on a cold october morning. If I am at the Nurburgring on my car, I never want to leave. If I talk to the "wrong" friend there I come back home intent on buying a leather suit and an 600cc sports bike, I might take the GS there and see what it's like on a big fat traillie, eventually... Unless it's a very slow day, no there is not.

It thought i was one of them, Gold rims indicate royalty in the driod's world. ?

That is slightly unsettling.....strange times

Bethan and Dewi......both desperately in need of a hose down now!

It is getting strange now, everywhere I turn there is the Nürburgring... It started with Sabine Schmitz's death and watching some of her old videos around the ring. Then reading these posts got me thinking about my future travels. Especially after meeting people who have actually driven around the the ring. Finally to top it off an old friend (from Germany) calls me out of the blue and says he might be moving back after living in Canada for awhile and I could stay at his place in Germany. Destiny awaits....The ring calls.....?

Got the TDM ready for its MOT. Then cleaned the plush bike. While the rabbits did nothing.

You stalking Michelle on FB?

I’m getting spammed you bastard, two emails suggesting I visit the forum, number three and I post you a box of dog turd.

I did a search log of the internet, that was pornhub calling you again.

Took these one day whilst having something dug up with extreme prejudice round the corner. Best not to hang about in a yellow vest when people's china is vibrating across the table and they can't hear their tv, they tend to get a bit narky. Hertford Union Canal with Victoria Park in the background behind the towpath.

I agree, I shouldn’t have won anyway given how much of an ambassador of goodwill I have proven myself to be. Bruce still looks like a peado though.

Women talking about Rings makes me want to race..... Away, death toll, be damned. ?

The way I think about forums has always been this: I'm not the boss, all I did was upload a bunch of files and this thing came to life. Nobody asked me to.....I just did it. So how does that make me anybody's boss? I just see myself as the compere......the one who keeps the show moving! I don't even show Admin in my profile because AFAIC I'm just a member here like the rest of you. Occasionally I will login to the Admin account and do something that needs to be done.....but that 's it. This mentality of forelock tugging and sycophancy to the Admin that you see in other places just doesn't sit well with me. In fact I'm very uncomfortable with it. Also, what is different about this forum compared to previous ones and other forums out there is that we have no Mods! My reasoning was this: The nucleus of this place is comprised of members who've known each other for nearly 20 years. Why do they need to be policed? They know the score.....just behave as you would in real life. You don't need me to tell you what's acceptable or not. And if things start to get a bit edgy here between members then just step in and help to deescalate the situation as you would do in real life. So in effect.....you're all Mods!

We had Big Bill, Little Bill, Big Frank, Little Frank (Vandal), Ted (Eddie), Wally, Tony and Mark. Little Bill was a small Liverpudlian with a flat cap. he was a very proud man who left after his stepson, who came to work with us for a few weeks, was caught stealing when a trap was set. After trying to say I had been the thief he left rather than stay and have the police called. Little Bill was so ashamed he handed in his notice and avoided everyone if they saw him in the street. Wally (actually his name was something else but his last name was Walpole) was the fitter/mechanic. One day he had to climb into the mechanical chipper to do some welding, a giant funnel like machine that chopped up metal. He came and got me, handed me a heavy steel bar and said if anyone came near the controls I was to bash their brains in with it. Big Bill, was a wanker, a huge man, ex merchant navy, who drove the grab and did as little work as possible. He used to call me 'Fuck Features'. I didn't like him! Big Frank was the Irish manager. He called me a 'noisy cant' most of the time. He suffered mockery on the day we discovered he didn't know how to start a JCB, we thought they taught that in Irish schools. Ted (Eddie) was our lorry driver. His lorry was super slow, but when I saw him at lunchtime he had sometimes already been to Sheffield (our other yard) and back and was getting ready to go again the same day. Ted could not speak without swearing every second word. He had lots of advice on the subject of romance, like ' Take her to the pictures, and then slap it in her hand half way through the film, you'll soon find out if she likes you or not.' If anyone left their sandwiches on the table he liked to smash them flat when they weren't looking. Tony was yard foreman and Wally's son. He was all muscles and good looks, very intelligent, but struggled with reading. He called his dad 'Bald Eagle' during casual conversation. He had a theory that if you said things in the right tone of voice you could say anything you wanted to people and they wouldn't notice. He once spent a lunch hour with a photograph of himself wandering up and down Barking town centre. He would go up to someone and say, 'Excuse me bald eagle, could you look at this picture, we're looking for this bloke, have you seen him?' Time after time they would look hard at it and say sorry, no not seen him.

That means something good, here. Like a potent alcoholic beverage or a very spicy food that "will make a man out of you", same way as "putting hair on your chest", if you are a man that is

So long as we are free to travel in September I’ll be going to Nürburgring then ? I wont be going racing my bike round the track though, I used to have a little speed problem and know I couldn’t trust myself in that environment not to add to their annual death toll! ?

I see the Doctor on Monday i get good news or bad news. I feel ok so it must be bad news. ?

Agreed.

its not meant just for ladies, I am not anti men in anyway, I quite like them actually!

The ring must be pretty big if you can get a tractor in it!

Corbin seat might help?

The Himalayan would be painful riding around the ring, oh sure it can do it. Maybe on Scooter day with breaks for tea, then it would be lovely..... ?

Step away from the thread @Pedro theres nothing to see here ?

Vandal and the sex toy. We had two new staff, one was a buyer who was told he had to get hands on experience before going to work in the office (Steve, recently failed SAS selection apparently), the other was someone from Suffolk who got the job of looking after the yard stock records (Dave). They got on well and liked playing jokes on each other. One day Steve had a letter brought down to him by one of the girls in the office, she looked a bit red faced. It was a dirty video and sex aids catalogue. Someone had snipped out an advert in the back of the paper and filled his name and the firm's address as a joke to embarrass him. It worked and he thought he knew who had done it, Dave the new stock bloke. A week or so goes by and a parcel arrives, addressed to Dave. This one contains a few of the cheaper toys advertised. Once again one of the girls brought it down. There were a few cheap things, one was some sort of vibrating anal toy, batteries were taken from a desk calculator and great delight was expressed by all when the thing buzzed across the table like a mad thing and shot off the other end. Steve had probably done it as a way of getting back at Dave. Things settled down for a little while. A week later, I came back from lunch and there was a trail of blood running the length of the yard and an ambulance just leaving. My young boss, Vandal had walked (or more likely run like a loon, knowing him) past a pallet of sheet steel and it had cut across his leg just above the foot. It later turned out it had severed some tendons. Vandal was operated on and plastered up to the mid thigh and off sick for ages. Another week passed and I got a phone call from Big Frank, the yard foreman asking if I could come up to the office to see him without making a fuss. I went up the stairs and found him in a back office with a large parcel, he looked worried and was crossing himself. Silently he showed me the address label, it had Vandal's real name on it. Inside was another catalogue and a large pink drum like object. It had an orifice lined with what I can only described as latex type bubble wrap. Attached by an air line was a hand pump for tightening said orifice and a cable leading to an on/off switch and a battery holder to make thing buzz. Big Frank was a good catholic, the object was obviously sinful, the Pope wouldn't like it, but Vandal was the reason the firm made lots of money and he too was a fellow Catholic, religion was thicker than water. We consulted the catalogue that was in the box, this item was extremely pricey, too much to be a joke present. Big Frank said we had to ring Vandal, then he said I had to do it. I picked up the phone and dialled. Vandal, was the sort of hyperactive person who ran everywhere and his speech patterns were the same, fast and machine gun like. He rattled off a hello, jabbered on for ages then asked what I wanted. I informed him he had post here. It didn't click, and he jabbered some more before asking what it was. I told him it was a large parcel and the line went silent for a second. "It's not mine!" he squeaked down the phone. I said I would put it in our office loft and he could collect it when he returned to work. "I don't know what you're talking about!!" he shouted and put the phone down. Someone had obviously blabbed. Before I could hide it away, a long procession of oily and grubby men walked into our sorting room demanding to see the already famous object. Every time they had finished looking the thing was getting more and more dirty finger prints all over it. I gave it a quick wipe with a damp cloth and poked it up into the little loft above our room. Vandal was off for nearly 3 or 4 months and when his plaster was removed he had one very strong leg and a sort of thin stringy leg, because even with a leg out of action he just hopped everywhere at speed. He had to have physio for a year after coming back to work. The object that he denied knowing about was not in the loft the day after he returned to work.

The stars are in alignment (whatever that means) and Nürburgring is ? calling youooeeoo ooeeeoooo ? Well thats a nice ol’ friend to have. The plot thickens, we await the next instalment! ?

Phil, aka Steven Spielberg, put together a video this morning....

I'm sure there are a few ladies out there that didn't listen to their mothers and are real beauties now....?

I don't know if that sounds any better......?

Sorry, lost internet connection. Anyway, we did mostly highway driving to get west and outta the cold. But even highway riding in Colorado isn't all that bad...

Do you think it is rubbing off on Pete.?

Let me extend the hand of friendship, which previously belonged to an Arabic bread thief.

You are a ginger Zuckerberg,

It worked though, or have all canuk women got hairy chests?

You got my number

Heard on Snatch, but only when the subtitles were on, 'Save your breath to cool your porridge.'

Sounds like you are describing a new Suzuki...lol

What, just his boat on a lorry? Even Captain Pugwash realised that boats can go on water.

Well thanks for that vote of confidence.....? Bagheera has only had two dirt naps in two years of riding, so not too bad considering!

Germany roads are amazing. The tarmac, but also all the signaling and the marking of the road. Above all Germans are very good drivers, fast, no messing, incredibly respectful of the speed limit in villages and road works, NEVER speed in those, but outside they just go!! And they really drive well. Now, the Eifel is a farming region, hence populated by really old folk that drive slower vehicles, so, and only when you encounter them, occasionally there is the odd surprise, which keeps you on your toes!! The Eifel is the poor man black forest ( one of the poorest parts of Germany). Stunningly beautiful and very quiet. The Ring is like a different Universe in the middle of it!! There is a lot to see apart from the track, lovely villages, castles and the 2 big rivers, Rhine and Mosel. Its a good choice to holiday on the bike. You can easily visit France, Belgium and Luxemburg from there, Or go more into Germany. And if you like top speed, Germany is your place! The Autobahn A4 is mostly unrestricted and as luck would have it, if you follow Calais-Aachen, its as soon as you enter Germany!! Marvelous!! The speed limits are ( in kms ) 30 or 50 inside towns, 80 to 100 A roads and 120 or unrestricted on Motorways. Those unrestricted motorways have controls that impose speed limits if there is bad weather or heavy traffic. Germans have impeccable lane discipline. Its a must, I have had the cruise control at 185 kph and was passed by 3 cars in succession well over my speed! No one changes lane without making sure there isn't a Porsche coming at 320 kph!! I find this attitude of teaching people well and trusting them to preform well, a marvelous thing! Coupled with serious enforcement and fines when rules like 80 kph on road works are not respected. Oh, and there you will not find 15 kms of cones without any work being done!!

I hope you kept the bike upright today.

I'm not sure congratulations is the best thing to say in regards to the first year of this forum being in existence ? Perhaps more of a thanks to you @XTreme for making the effort and maintaining the place so well. ...you know I dig this place ?

After a busy week the weekend started late yesterday for me with a ride on Bagheera to clear away the week. The sun was out and it is getting warmer now, so very nice. ?

I'm fucked then ?