yen_powell

Yes, Michelin Desert tyres. I ran them at 15psi the whole time (with rim locks as well) and they never even squished much. In fact the morning after I got back I rode about 300 yards with my son on the back to take him to school without realising I had a rear puncture, seriously tough tyres. Still got them as souvenirs in the garage.

It's what I've just put out for tomorrow's recycling collection. You have to flatten them to get them in the clear sacks.

Photos of photos, so not great. My XS250, My 1st and 2nd GPz750 (yes, I am overtaking on the hard shoulder of the motorway), My first FJ1200, My first Africa Twin and my second Africa Twin (with shiny new knobbly tyres just before leaving for Morocco) And the back end of my CX500.

That's the leg with the length of steel pipe down it, in case someone tries to mug them.

I'll bet that those aren't the same keys, probably popped down the local Timpsons in Asda and had a few spares cut to use day to day. There is probably a spare key under a giant royal mat or plant pot just outside the main gate for late night returning staff who have forgotten their keys.

The 743 year old ceremony, carried out over 270,000 times by my reckoning. https://spitalfieldslife.com/2023/01/26/at-the-oldest-ceremony-in-the-world/

My new favourite picture. Looks like you have the place to yourself visitor wise. If that was here, some slob would wander slowly across the view as I took a picture.

This is my favourite picture. This sign means WARNING GIRAFELOPES AHEAD

I went to a different town yesterday. Whilst walking through their town centre Co-Op I thought how thoughtful they were in that shop. All the spirits seem to come with a complementary plastic shot glass on top of the bottle.

Would you say that being on here for a while has changed your normal approach to greeting people?

I think I managed to dig a hole into the front room door, I remember the telling off more than the damage now. I also knocked a jar of jam off a shelf in the base shop, glass and goo everywhere, I had discovered by then that if you cried really loudly you were less likely to get smacked. This worked splendidly a few years later in England when I ground my push bike handlebar along the side of a Jaguar as I tried to squeeze past it as it drove into the garages. I also recall being bored whilst my parents were bowling. So when a bowling ball popped out of the return shoot, I pushed it back down.

Pater was a Snowdrop.... twice. He left after National Service then rejoined a few years later. Last time in he was a dog handler (not a crime to handle a dog in those days as long as you bought it dinner and got it inoculated). https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/RAF_slang#:~:text=Snowdrop – a nickname for personnel,hats that the RAFP wear.

You're joking, when you leave you not only have to tidy up and be inspected, but they have an inventory of what was there when you moved in and you pay for anything missing. I think there was some discrepancy over a floor scrubbing brush that got deducted from my Dad's wages.

Don't know if it is actually mine, but it's the same layout and street. Somewhere I have the door number on something my Mum wrote, seen that recently as well but can't recall. I thought they were all demolished a few years ago, but that video looks recent.

My Mum told me she had to push someone's prolapse back up inside them on an old peoples ward once. She seemed to delight in such talk before making my dinner, with me shouting that I wasn't eating anything unless I saw her wash her hands again in front of me.

I know that when he isn't coughing his spuds up Pete likes an abandoned building. This is a house in Tedder Avenue in Germany where I lived as a small child. Despite leaving it when I was 5, I remember the rough layout, the attic and definitely the basement. My baby brother used to dangle down in one of those boingey baby harnesses from the front room/hall door frame, I called it his Scottish dancing. My Mum used to tell me that once when she had a row with my Dad she locked the door of the cellar whilst he was down there. When she calmed down and reopened it a few hours later she found him sitting in a comfy arm chair, drinking a bottle of beer and reading a book, bothered was he not!

I'm sure that was a stunt double in his aerial bike mounting video though.

When my son did his work experience in some posh restaurant he was given a bucket of pigs' cheeks, still with eyes in, to deal with. He said the eyelids were opening and closing like they were looking at him as he picked them up or moved them about to work on. They were a cheap ingredient that made something really tasty he said. He thinks they got him on that to see if he'd run for the door. He went on to cook for a living for a few years afterwards so it didn't turn him off.

I was shocked at how many sub forums it has now, I'm sure it was only a quarter of that all those years ago.

Somewhere in Portugal there is a giraffe with a guilty secret.

I have to know, what is that sticking out of the wall above the fire place? It looks like a hunter's trophy head type thing, but the length of neck is confusing me.

Because I have no personal computer at the moment, only my work one, I am missing loads of bike stuff short cuts and that was one of them, I'd forgotten all about it. So I googled it, got my user name wrong a few times then managed to log in. 21 years and 40 weeks since I joined, probably 20 years since I posted anything.

I don't know yet. The whole site is surrounded by hoarding, so can't see any nooks, crannies or squeezy spaces yet. There is an area of motorcycle parking belonging to the new hospital behind our building, but that has permit signs and is walked through constantly by the great unwashed. And by great unwashed I mean, down and outs, drug addicts, drunks, scooter riding phone thieves etc. You can see how close we are to the new hospital, that's the side of the new town hall behind the wooden hoarding. It has this side and the front which are not fenced off to me. The front is the cycle super highway, cameras watch and fine people crossing over it. There is a lift for cyclists down to the 70 cycle spaces, I am wondering how large a lift it is!!!!

Rode to work this morning, had a site meeting, sprayed a bit of yellow paint about a bit and then had to go and get some software loaded at our Town Hall because our ICT department won't give me their password. Everyone is panicking about the move to our new town hall as there is no where to park, everyone has to come in by train, foot or push bike. Apparently one of our councillors was in this morning telling everyone that special bays are to be set aside for their use only in the surrounding streets. Good luck to them on that, even the illegal parking places are full up. Twas a bit chilly this morning, -1C according to the weather report, +3C according to my bike which seems to over read in all weathers compared to my Kawasaki which was spot on. I had my heated vest switched on and my 2 finger gloves on, heated grips set to half way. I had to turn them off when I hit town as I was getting a bit warm. Came home in thin motocross gloves, bike is now covered in white salt.

I always think of the bar in the Ruskin Arms when I see a fringed leather jacket. The bar was always swimming in a layer of spilt beer and anyone in such a jacket leaning their elbows on the bar whilst waiting to be served would flick beer from the tassels over people as they walked away. Google not only found a picture of the old bar top but a couple of pictures of someone who was in my class at school, Robert Threadgold, dead now, bleed on the brain or a tumour I heard. He's the one with the blonde curly hair.