Great to put a face to a pile of magazines today! Thanks for chatting to me and getting me there in the first place with your cracking Mag and Blog. Had a bloody brilliant day. Whiskey sours and an inability to stop thinking about bikes lead me to writing this messy poem when I got home... thought you might like it. Best read with liquor and music.
All the Best
(Photos by Gregory Mild. Paul Harrison, 4, was battered, but ok to race. Then his cam pulley sheared. A bad day.)
Or you could
just stay at home?
The plan of
motoGP and cans - damned to real
life dull by the hint of true dirt and proper people.
Not on any
Sunday, on this Sunday in Hoddestone.
to the test,
lust Bike porn of every web wander, close enough to touch. Dry terrified I wont
stuttering upon a reality they dont match.
Get Up and
Out - hung over head desmo soothed,
Go fast, Turn left,
go fast, turn left, A10, A holeshot start.
Its bang on.
pages pass with rooster tails,
Bros shimmy shreak,
roll outs with mono straights.
sides - angles, lines, grumbles and glides.
Hot tea from
dirty hands feed friendly smiles that
with the clunk thud racer limp gait.
Need a steel
comfort teased by a For Sale sign.
track thoughts will backdrop with memories -
noises, new toys, flashes and dust.
Soul. Keep the faith. Cheers.