Rubbish as an enduro bike, but this thing has outlasted all my relationships - threatening one of them to be cut short on several occasions (including a punch on the nose from the prospective French father-in-law). 20 rocky years. Once upon a time its chrome was shiny. In 1997 it was my daily commuter in Amsterdam for a year, after several vertebra got hammered together I junked the banana seat and made this sprung saddle by cut'n'shutting a Shovelhead seat, Dutch bicycle saddle springs, and then re-covered in a reversed leather jacket with the suede side out. Never realizing that the rainbow had been appropriated by the gay community, one day I went into a youth hostel that was hanging a rainbow flag outside. I innocently thought 'oh if they are rainbow fans, maybe I can get some rainbow stickers to go with the rainbow pinstripe I already have painted on the tank'. Inside there were a few more clues. La dee dar. I actually enjoy the prehistoric handling (not from other men). And the bumble bees up my trouser legs and sleeves riding position. Don't really know why I signed the 'till death us do part' section of the log book.
Gary and I have been discussing starting up an run what you brung 'Outlaw Class' for chops and bobbers, as part of the UK Short Track series - Any takers? BP
(here you go TC) UPDATE
- but it was good for demolition jobs