Comment Reply and Crazy Limey

I should make a clarification, I knew there'd be bike problems. I've owned a lot of singles so I know stuff rattles apart. Almost all my cars and trucks have been from the 1960s and Steve Mar, Rory Hearse and I toured the USA in a '74 VW Thing (they don't sell those in Australia but they look like the WWII German jeep). I'll make a list to post of things that have broken or rattled off that will go up in a day or two. Something breaks every day, which is pretty much what I expected. As long as the engine lasts round the world, I'll be happy.

I reckon I'll pick up my 18 liter tank when I've done my lap and I'm back to Road and Race. It should be painted by then. Right now I'm using a Monza tank, which is nice because it's smaller and ragged looking. The smaller tank stands away from the seat so it makes my bike look even older. Of course, that means I have a 10 liter jerry can that I use once or twice a day to get anywhere. Usual guesses: Triumph, Norton, Ducati. In that order. Usually an added, "Its a 500cc, ain't it".

Fixed the cap leak with Pat Hawke. We made a new gasket out of a piece of rubber. It works great.

Samueljohn, If I won the lotto, I would've taken a Comet with a sidecar. But no money (or Vincent experience) for something like that. The bags and rack came from a police bike. I saw another set like mine on a bike in Cooktown, so they're out there. I can see if I can hunt down a set for you but the shipping might make it too expensive for you. Cheaper than porn is a great quote. And speaking of porn, here's an email from an Aussie friend:

I need you as a pint-sized bodyguard ... The crazy boy from 3 flats down,
came and introduced himself to me on Thursday night, must have thought the
conversation was lacking a certain something and ended up flashing his dick!

He's a Brit who's been here for 6 years. He paints houses for a living and
we always said hi when we saw each other around but never actually had a
conversation. Anyway, he bangs on my door and says, "My name's Alex, I
don't really know any of my neighbours and I wanted to come and say hi..."
I said, "I've been here for 18 months and I don't even know who lives on
either side of me!" I had my purse in my hand coz I was about to go to the
supermarket but he seemed nice enough so I said, "When I get back from
picking up some groceries, you can come in for a drink if you like..." He
said, "Great but why don't you come to my flat?"

At his place, (which had a couple of pieces of op-shop furniture and nothing
else) our conversation about travel and family and work and cars switched to
sex within about 20 mins. He told me about his 49 year old girlfriend (he's
31) who he loves soooooo much, he'd never cheat on her because she "came
into my life at a time when I was really lonely and depressed and was
drinking too much." I asked him what he did for fun and he said, "Listen to
music and have sex. Play with myself, you know. Undress in front of lit
windows, watch porn..." and I'm sitting there thinking, "Okay, you're
mental, tell me more ..." Then he started telling really personal stories,
trying to shock me, while I just nodded and said, "I guess you were just
experimenting when you sucked off that trannie. That's not too bad." He
had his hand in his pocket and was rubbing it back and forth and kept
touching his crotch, and I got mad at that so I said to him, "Alex, are you
jerking off? Coz if you are, that's very uncool. I've just met you." He
looked at me like "I know you want it" and said, "No, I'm not jerking off.
Look, it's flaccid" and pulled his dick out and started flopping it around
and playing with it. I got up and walked out and he jumped up and said, "I
was only joking. Sorry to offend you, blah, blah, blah" and I told him he
was pretty fucked up.

So I went back to my flat, he banged on the door again to apologise and then
made some other nutty comments so I got rid of him. Then I get a note from
him pushed under my door on Friday night with a business card. The note
said that I was welcome to come over to his place to watch porn and that I
should text him sex chat on his mobile phone. I went to the cops to report
him and they seemed surpised that I didn't want to press charges. I just
wanted them to look him up to see whether he was a flasher or pedo or
something. But he didn't come up on the database so I guess he's just a
very lonely, sad guy who thought I was up for it. I was out most of the
weekend but he did walk past my flat on Saturday without a shirt on when I
was cooking (my kitchen is my front room and the window looks out onto the
garden). I feel sorry for him but if he bothers me again, I'm gonna get the
cops to call him up and give him a scare.

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Posted by DaveSmith at December 6, 2004 10:00 PM