so, as already alleged by ‘the wife’, the motorcycle itch was getting to be pretty difficult to ignore.
whether it was the fact that a five minute ride over the hill to pick Egg up from school would be enough to ensure torrential sweat levels, or because i am already a puncture too far where the bicycle is concerned (and the bottom bracket is now showing serious signs of mortality), or perhaps it’s because the endless Enfield flybys from other locals tourists were starting to get to me (it’s a pretty distinctive sound), and certainly, the fact that we owned one back in 1994, and proceeded to ride it around the country for seven of the best months, racking up 9k miles in the process, that also played a part in the decision to finally cave in and get one…..
(especially as they threw in a free midget).
also, you might have noticed…it only has one seat..
something which didn’t impress the missus overly…..
…kicking off an odyssey that required a trip here
and then here, for a spot of welding on….
an old double seat that wanted another go at glory, under the fleshly press of our twin arses….
a spot of angle grinding (because you really can’t have too much angle grinding)….
and now i’m just waiting on a few other ‘essential’ parts (sissy bar, foot pegs, air and fuel filters, and some chromy bits) for it to be complete.
will post another installlment of the finished article. if you can’t be arsed, look away now….