Sex

Sideburn and its organic content (I use the term in a sense of moss growing in the window sills of an old Land Rover, rather than over priced nibbles from Marks and Spencer's food hall), has, is, and will continue to be influenced by so many forces. Sure it will always be about flat track first and foremost, but from within that niche we want to seep sideways (no pun intended).

Before the internet took control of my brain, I used to have this thing called a pin-board for collecting pages torn from magazines, flotsam and jetsam, anything that caught my roving magpie eye. Now I just have a zillion digital folders on my overloaded Mac. I refer to these images again and again like smelling salts. The images don't have to necessarily be directly related to flat track; or even motorcycling, but they all have some magical power.

This 'snap' - most likely a totally contrived period advertising shot, spells Sex to me. Not just the glowing Mediterranean flesh barely contained by home-made denim hot-pants and the simple spaghetti strapped vest, but the weedy Piaggio Ciao moped too, those cork platforms, and the greasy docker. And the ciggie. BP