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The new scoot. Deailim S3 Advance. 250cc.....25bhp....top speed 85mph....so will happily cruise at motorway speeds. 2015.....3200 miles...full MOT Keyless ignition.....looks like new, not a blemish or spot of rust on it, main stand rust free...take the number plate off and it looks new, a few stickers to remove.....very pleased for the price. You can all get on with the laughter now!.

Oh to be young again My girlfriend and I were walking up the yard behind her parents' house one dark evening, probably checking the chickens/ducks were locked up after a fox attack previously, her mum and dad would have been in the house. We saw a caravan as were were walking up the yard, looked at each other and opened the door and went inside. I think her dad had just bought it for selling on. A few key items of clothing were off, but then we must have moved off centre because it suddenly tipped up a fair bit, one end hitting the ground with a tump. No jacks down, just resting on the two proper wheels and the jockey wheel. Ruins the moment when you are trying to find clothes you put down in total pitch darkness before her parents come to investigate.

It was late 1973 and this bird I was going out with said her mother was going to be away for the night and did I want to stay? Well it would have been rude not to. Anyway.....about 8 am the following morning I woke up and heard the front door go. She looked outside and said her mother had got back! The bird said to grab my clothes and get in the cupboard, then make a break through the front door when the coast was clear!! So in I went.......bollocks naked holding all my clothes. Her mother came in the bedroom to take a look and I'm in the wardrobe trying not to breathe in case I gave myself away. Then her and her mother went downstairs towards the dining room and kitchen at the back of the house. In a blind panic I ran for the front door and straight out onto the pavement.......completely forgetting that I was carrying my clothes not wearing them! So there was I.....on the street bollocks naked in front of a bus stop full of people who were waiting for the bus to go to work. Even worse was that it was a rather cold morning.......so I wasn't physically at my best!

This might work.........................

I can remember hiding under a girls bed in a pub on Gloucester Road, she thought her mum was busy pulling pints downstairs and we got a bit of a shock when we heard her coming up the stairs. My eventual escape was down the fire escape at the back of the pub and climbing over the wall into Bristol North swimming baths

In 2013 I worked with Gabe who was going to open new premises for his fledgling company Zen Overland. He got an old railway goods shed and we spent 3 months doing it up . Here I am up on the forklift trying to sort out some electrics, not a lot of health & safety going on here .......... a and Gabe cleaning the flourescent lights........... Things are startting to take shape................. Gabes XR400 , his supermoto and my KTM950................... Gabe on the phone taking orders.................. and my personal tea mug ............... This was at the opening day, Sam Manicon and Graham Field have there backs to me as they set up their stalls..............

It will cost me nothing as I have 4.5 litres of semi synthetic oil in the shed. Only a 10 minute job, and I have a centre stand which helps.

Better than Gingers Loncin.

The Martini racing stickers and the prancing horse may be a bit optimistic, but it looks clean enough. I'm guessing that it runs OK?

All I can add is.......Thank fuck the Piaggio has gone!.

I haven't heard of that, but it's entirely possible. Most of the houses were built as part of the giant council estate. I think it's an anniversary soon. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Becontree Looked up about bomb damage and found this reference, this is only a small area, you can walk across it an hour, they got off very lightly, barring the suit of course. During the Second World War, there was a total of 426 fatal casualities, and 1178 seriously injured people, while 1297 properties had to be demolished and a further 12743 properties were badly damaged across Barking and Dagenham.

When I was in the first year of my apprenticeship we were in the training school, which was an old building in what they called the mill on Trundley's Road in Deptford, south London. At lunchtime we would shoot over to the works canteen in the main factory and bolt our dinner down and then head to a small park nearby to kick a football around. Some of the older guys from the main factory also used to get over the park for a game of footie, so it wasn't long before we were involved in daily matches of the apprentices v the guys from the various other departments. One of the guys, Ken, was the senior shop steward for the site. Everyone called him Hippo, but he was pretty light on his feet for a big guy. He was pretty fearsome too and the management at the factory hated dealing with him, because most were scared of him. Anyway, after one lunchtime footie match, we got back to the training school a little late. Shortly after we got back the training manager stormed into our training room and started ranting about how he'd seen us get back late. So he told us that from then on we would have to clock-out at the clocking station when we went to lunch and clock back in when we got back. We did this for a day or 2, when at one of our lunchtime footie matches we suddenly grabbed our stuff and said we had to get back. Hippo said "come on lads, let's finish the game. There's no rush" But we said that we had to get back to clock-in after lunch. "You fuckin' what?!!!" he said. We then explained what had happened a couple of days earlier. "OK lads, leave that with me" That afternoon we saw Hippo and a couple of the other shop stewards heading towards the training school. A while later we heard shouting from the training manager's office. It eventually went quiet and the door of our training room opened and in walked Hippo. "You don't need to clock- out at lunchtime any more, Lads, and if that cunt tries anything like that again let me know" We didn't see the training manager again for a few days after that, but he was very sheepish when we did see him!

This is a story told to me by my late Mum about my Dad. Both my Mum and dad lived in the same road as children, Goresbrook Avenue in Dagenham, not far from the large Ford factory. Apparently when my dad was little, say 3 or 4, his much older brother was due to get married. It was late in the war so rationing was going on and a second hand suit had been purchased and was being lovingly repaired, ironed and prepared in the front room. My Grandad had cycled off early in the morning to the newsagent at The Heathway to get his Sunday paper. As he was pedalling back there was a large explosion that blew him off his bicycle, possibly a V1 or V2 nearby on the green. Unhurt he got back on and pedalled back home only to find the houses, including his, all missing their windows and doors. My Nan and my Dad were both still in bed when my Grandad left so he was in a panic that they had been hurt by the flying glass. When he jumped off his pushbike to run into the house he couldn't get up the stairs as the front door was wedged half way up and jammed at an angle there. He was calling out as he wrestled with the door to get past it before finally running into the back bedroom where my Dad should have been. He wasn't there so he went into the front bedroom and found my Nan and Dad in bed with glass all around them, but unhurt. There was a piece of metal buried in the wall just above the headboard. My Nan used to tell my Mum that my Dad had saved her life because he had come into the room complaining of belly ache whilst she was sitting up in bed with her head where the metal fragment would have hit. She had let him into the bed and they had both laid down in the hope he would go back to sleep not long before the explosion. My grandad was relieved until he checked out the rest of the house ands found the suit for the wedding had gone. He was convinced a neighbour had been in and stolen it whilst he was upstairs sorting everything out and clearing up glass so my Nan and Dad could get out of bed without slicing their feet up. The suit's location was revealed when the first fire of of Autumn was lit and smoke filled the room choking everyone. The pressure from the blast had sucked it up the chimney. Goresbrook Road today, the green (and the Gore stream) it faces is on the right.

I've always ridden in Jeans........they survived a 110mph dismount so I've got no issues with them.

Illegal to ride without certified motorcycle gloves in France now. Even when it wasn't I still always wear gloves, jacket boots and lid. I will admit to still riding in jeans when it's hot.

Bugger!.... missed that one!.

The first thing YOU'D do!?!?

I wait with baited breathe!..

Looks more like a prancing pony, not even a horse yet.

I am not against stickers per se, but the prancing horse is a step too far

No laughing from me. Apart from the silly stickers it looks like a nice scooter, and there are plenty of Daelims and Syms around the road here that I wouldn't worry about them at all. Looks nice in white, too!

3 of them where bags of shite though.

Exactly what I was going to say, got to be worth 5mph extra

That's how it should be though Clive! People talk about me changing bikes but you've had 4 (compared to my 2) in the last 15 months.

It spent the 1st 4 years of its life on the back of a motor home....just looked....its their own engine from what I read.

It runs great, but with only 3000× miles on it should do, the stickers are gonna go, seen better ones on Flea Bay Guy bought a new 600cc scoot, was gonna keep this scoot, his new scoot and his Speed Triple...rich git, bit a nice guy all the same.

Bloody predictive text. It looks on the outside like a Yamaha Majesty engine, but this is a 4 valve head, Majesty is 2..and this it is fuel injected...Majesty was carb. Majesty was 20bhp this is 25bhp...trouble is, it is in such good condition that I have nothing do on it, may fit a top box but for what I put in the top box I could be a waste of time.

Had a great ride today on the Himalayan. It was really rainy, which was awesome.....the gravel was great and the back roads were empty. I forgot how much I love riding in the rain....

'tis. but the point ia that I don't OWE it to anyone . if you think that's massive, wait till you see the ride report, the more I write the more pompous sounding and long winded it gets

Had a great ride today but only took a few photos Stopped here waiting for the rest of the group to come back as they went the wrong way. I done this lane a few months ago and thought it was for the first time That was until i got to this barn, once i saw the dummies in the windows it all came back to me but it was probably 12 years ago the last time i done it No idea what the the story is about them or if there is a story Only other photo is of Yoshi fixing a front puncture he done it in 10 minutes unfortunately it went flat again towards the end of the ride. There was plenty with Gopros on so might get some videos later

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Twat.....is that a euphemism for Leicester ?

perhaps he could give you a couple of his Twat stickers

Thought about putting a Skoda sticker in its place.

i think they were having a whip round for stickers on the other forum if that's any use Clive!

Definitely.......it just needs some subtle stickers, break up the white a bit.

Hope so with this one @Tango.......in such good condition that it ought to be good for years.

Sounds legit!

That looks pretty good Clive! But it's a Daelim......not a Dealim. Who makes the engines for those.......or is it their own?

In Bristol, WD&HO Wills and the English Corrugated Paper co both had workers houses where the occupants paid a reduced rent straight out of their wages

I'm sure Canada has it's fair share of mongs like this as well, i know Spain has at least one from Swansea there

Keith-Roy, the man I knocked out despite missing his face with my fist. As I said, one of life's c*nts. My bike club was camping at a place called Wormshill in Kent, this wanker had been plaguing me all day, especially as he got drunker. We were playing football, well the others were, I can't even kick it straight, and he thought it was hilarious to keep charging into my side and sending me flying a few times. The last but final time he caught me with an elbow on the ribs which hurt a bit so I said to him if he did it again I would do him a mischief. Trouble is, I am rubbish at anything like that. He took it as a challenge and barged at me before I'd even finished walking away so I swung my fist at the lovely target of his face and bloody missed, catching him across the throat with my forearm.. He fell over anyway and knocked himself out for about a minute. Only one person actually saw it, they were charging about after the ball, Keith (the priest), he said nothing. Everyone else thought he had just collapsed. I ran and got my camera and got a picture as they were checking him out. Unfortunately he woke up and crawled about a bit looking for his glasses and then sat at the side for a while. He lives in the wilds of Wales now....you're welcome to him. The picture is a photograph of a photograph on a pin board in the garage, hence the blue pin and the sliver of Alsation pup at the bottom (Leibe).

Summer Days Gone By As the warm days of summer start to fade into cooler evenings and crisp mornings in the northern hemisphere, I thought it would be fun to do a short video to capture the feeling of the sun in the forest and the wispy clouds rolling by on those warm summer days that have now gone by.

Nice today, went for a ride, got tired pretty fast, came home...More pics of the caddy...