Catteeclan

Just reminded me of Modrover, hope he's doing well.

Back to the music

All I see is a fuckin Renault, room for more bullet holes.

Thinks he would have done it betterer.

Shit, set you up the that one.

Doubtful, there's a lot of crap out there.

We used to banger race and paint the cars as Jam sarnies. Also had ACAB on the sides in big black letters, plot wasn't happy and would often pull us over on the way to the track.

Thats quite common isn't it? Along with others on KTMs Still smiling, good girl.

Don’t you still have to go through DVLA the web site to tax it each year? No records on dvla.

The look on her face is saying no one’s going to believe this

One crafty basted got away with half a sub, subway sandwich, I was eating. Came in from behind from the right, they ain’t stupid. Greedy basted too.

Point 3 could be questionable now days.

I’ve fitted a couple of those and they’ve fitted pretty good, well made too.

Sorry, me and Mandi will be heading north, hopefully on the bikes.

But mine spilt its total contents, no half arsed drips here.

Spooky.

I remember camping in the lakes with Mandi and the kids. Kids slept through the night but me and Mandi were stuck together on an air bed trying to steal heat off each other. We camped far to close to the water for the time of year,

Like most veg spouts are fine until cooked. Can a bike really die with a low key battery. This is not progress.

So green, lush.

Come here then

Have to risk it as I didn't have the tools or time to go in that far, and they all have strainers on the oil pick ups so hopefully big enough fragments to get trapped in that.

That was mine Friday.

Won't argue that but it got me home and as I was booked on the ferry the next morn it was the perfect bodge.

As you know I had a couple of days to go see the daughter. Best start with an apology as there's not much in the way of content, you know I don't stop unless I have to as it was a boring blat down to the ferry and back. But once or the other side I dumped the bike and gear and off to the pub we go. Samantha says Hi. As you can see lovely weather although the wind was a bit keen. These are from the south west coast. We travelled along part of the route which will be the IOW TT. Riders won't have time to enjoy the views though. Samantha and Matt said hi. Stop off for dinner in the hot sun and than onto Gods hill, doesn't get much more picturesque than this. Stopped for petrol where you have to tell the "attendant" how much you put In as there's no screen to tell her in the shop, but they did have this old gem in there. Sorry, could hardly see the window reflection on the phone. We then stopped off at the "shop" where Matt got his Bandit. He'd told me of this place before with bikes and part over 2 floors of this unit and he now spilling out into the surrounding area. As always with me the basted decides to have a holiday, back June the 3rd. Gutted. We had a quick stop at Robin Hill, where Matt works and then back to their house. Don't think I've mentioned that they live on a street which it more akin to something Bob and Fred would have fun on. I've been up and down it many times but this time I picked the wrong line and had Samantha on the back. I'd switched off the engine and we were rolling down to her house when we went over a large rock, this was the result. Basted rock Engine oil contents The fix was a trip the the local Halfords, fresh oil, some 80 grit, carb cleaner to get rid of the oil and some metal putty. This was the result that got me home, well happy. Got to decide on a new sump or get it off and weld. Bloody thing stunk of oil all the way home which kept me checking. Don't think I'll leave it as a repair but def got me out of trouble. It'll now be something I carry in the top box along with the tyre seal.

You were right about the pics and you ain't finished yet ya bugga. Is Sofia always smiling, good girl.