Friday, 21 October 2011

Genius from B3ta.com



  "Driving my cousin home one Friday
  night we passed a group of boys walking
  into town. One of them drew our attention as he
  was dancing like a tit, with his pals laughing.
  Unbeknownst to him, as he was doing this, his
  wallet fell out his back pocket. 
  My cousin suggested we turn around and see what was 
  in it.
  By the time we got there, the boys were nowhere
  to be seen and the area was deserted. After some
  searching we found the wallet which contained
  just 20 pounds, cards and a ticket to a gig that
  night. 
  We decided to find the boys and give it
  back, laughing at how surprised he would be to
  be approached and handed his own wallet. But
  then a much funnier idea came to us. First we
  drove around until we spotted them. Then,
  knowing they were heading in to town through a
  quiet industrial area, we drove about a quarter
  of a mile ahead. 
  We then placed the wallet on the pavement 
  right in their path and hid to watch them approach, 
  say 'Hey! That's someone's wallet over there,' 
  walk up to it, pick it up excitedly, open it looking for riches 
  and inexplicably discover it was theirs. The
  absolute confusion and surprise was hilarious to
  watch. I like to think they still talk about how
  one of their wallets somehow jumped ahead of
  them."

Tuesday, 28 June 2011

Cassington Bike Night 2011

You may have heard it was cancelled this year. You heard wrong!



Click here for a short article on how well it went.

Sunday, 5 June 2011

The Not The Cassington Bike Night


This year's Cassington Bike Night has been cancelled due to interference by the local council.

Luckily, this year's 'Not The Cassington Bike Night' is taking place, purely coincidentally,,on the same night in the same place!

That's Cassington, in Oxfordshire on Monday the 27th June at 6pm. Please share this info on your blog / Facebook page etc.

See you there!!

Wednesday, 1 June 2011

Saw this on RealClassic's messageboard, posted by a MarkB who kindly gave permission for me to share it. 
Mark's story that accompanies the pic is as follows: 

"July 1980, the day before the Borg / McEnroe Wimbledon final, and I was 19. I was hitching down the A1 to my flat in London before going away to Jersey for a summer job in an architect's office.

I was standing at the Burghley roundabout near Stamford when this guy pulled up on an old rigid/tele BSA with a hand gear-change. The seat was a flattened Castrol tin and there was no pillion pad or passenger footrests.

Jock (for that was his name) rather gruffly offered me a lift and countered all my objections (no pillion seat, nowhere to put my travelling bag, no crash helmet etc). He proudly produced a bone-dome that was dangling from the saddle, and I ran out of excuses.

I jumped on behind him and balanced on the rear mudguard, with my bag resting over the petrol tank and handlebars, and we set off on a slow and uncomfortable ride to London. After about 15 miles we pulled in to the Little Chef past Peterborough and he suggested I might buy him a fried-egg sandwich, which I did. It must have been some time since he'd eaten.

During mouthfuls he told me that his name was Jock and he was a member of the Road Rats, a sort of itinerant group of riders who met up on the road whenever they came across each other. He basically just rode round the country, making do and accepting the hospitality of others - a bit like a godless mendicant monk, I suppose. He was protected by a thin layer of grease and his clothes shone like graphite from the ingrained oil.

Outside, by the BSA, I was thinking what a shame it was that I didn't dare ask if I could take a photo of him, when he said 'shame you haven't got a camera.' I triumphantly whipped my Pentax out of my bag and he obligingly posed for the photo. (I had no idea that the AA sign was there).

Back on the road, he let me buy him a tank-ful of petrol, pointing out that the bike would run just as well on paraffin, and then we stopped at a pub in Barnet, where I was able to show my gratitude by buying him a pint of lager before finding a bus to Finsbury Park, while he got stuck into chatting up a couple of attractive young ladies.

We both benefited from the journey: he got food and petrol and I got to London with a real feeling of achievement. And a great photograph.

Monday, 2 May 2011

Redhill Rambler



Seen outside the my g/f's house in Redhill Surrey. Citroen, apparently.

Saturday, 30 April 2011

Mark Twain

No pics of motorcycles, blokes with beards wearing stupid helmets,,or birds with big tits.



http://refspace.com/quotes/Mark_Twain