Fuck Without Fear for Fun and Profit

Finished the Dice Man yesterday after a year of picking up and putting down. Yes, I enjoyed it. A very funny satire. A refreshing alternative to enforced moral hygiene. Hilarious sexual scenarios and outrageous situations. Every list seemed to include a very high chance of sexual endeavour. 
Very much a book of it's time with a foot in the 60's. Didn't realise it influenced so many songs including work by The Fall and Manic Street Preachers.Well, good enough for them, good enough for me.
There's a two fold theme starting to run through this blog! 
I'm composing a very short dice list right after this.

About Time

In the 60's everybody was promised we'd be using jet packs for transport by now. Well now I've got mine!

Here's how it fits in with the bike theme. No, not nitrous injection, a space age battery housing. MARVELOUS!

Thursday evening 21/07/11

Back in the workshop of wonders. Started at 6.30 and worked for 4 hours. Concentrated on the front end, dropped the headlight, got rid of the speedo and rev counter, moved the indicators. Then the Alchemist came up with an inspired piece of design which deserves a post of it's own.

A working fire extinguisher would come in 
handy. That pool on the floor is not water!

On contemplating the speed by which time passes I came across this English 17C poem. Wit, love, passion and death. What more could you want? A prompt to be bold, shrug off my cowardliness and act before it's too late. In short he's saying to his fancy, lets get into bed before we waste our lives wondering what if...... 


here's part of it............


But at my back I always hear
Time's wingèd chariot hurrying near;
And yonder all before us lie
Deserts of vast eternity.
Thy beauty shall no more be found,
Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound
My echoing song: then worms shall try
That long preserved virginity,
And your quaint honour turn to dust,
And into ashes all my lust:
The grave's a fine and private place,
But none, I think, do there embrace.


Now therefore, while the youthful hue
Sits on thy skin like morning dew,
And while thy willing soul transpires
At every pore with instant fires,
Now let us sport us while we may,
And now, like amorous birds of prey,
Rather at once our time devour
Than languish in his slow-chapt power.
Let us roll all our strength and all
Our sweetness up into one ball,
And tear our pleasures with rough strife
Through the iron gates of life:
Thus, though we cannot make our sun
Stand still, yet we will make him run.

Andrew Marvell (31 March 1621 – 16 August 1678)

What happened next

I picked it up the next Friday at 1.30 pm. No thanks to A1 National Van Hire who forgot to reserve a van. Got back to London and it was in the workshop by 7.00 pm looking like this. 
Retro but not right.
So....out came the socket set and hack saw......

........then at 12.00 midnight we ended with the shape almost sorted. 

Plus we had an engine that runs on one cylinder.

Where did it all start?

• "Why don't you buy a motorbike?" enquires Keith 
• I'll do myself an injury on one of those things, methinks. 
• "You've got a full license!" says he. 
• That's right! Thinks me.
Then after months of trawling Ebay for the right article, I managed to acquire this from a very amiable gent by the name of Justin.

It has a few paperwork problems, the VRM is registered to the engine, (a CJ250), the frame being from a CB250, nothing insurmountable, all this is more than made up for by having spoked wheels.