
From our friends at Deus. I imagine this gets some of you pretty excited.
Hey, why not click the bmx label below to see Sideburn blog's previous bicycle motocross coverage?

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).
3am and the party is over. 20 minutes of Roadie huffing and puffing then we're off to chez Skooter Farm and bed. GI did us proud on the dance floor despite "the most bitter shandies I have ever drunk". Louise; Dave's Mrs' has been on a fairy cake course and we are plied with tea and cake before turning in. We're surrounded by slightly scary puppets and erotic dolls. The yellow monkey is staring at us. BP, GI, Geoff, and Anthony are to share a deluxe king-size pikey caravan that sits in the garden hitched up to a rotting Hilman Super Minx. Dave built himself a skateboard bowl that's bigger than the house. I was skateboarding in 1976 but got The Fear long before ever venturing into a bowl. In this light it's a thing of beauty. I could have stared into it until dawn. GI who always travels light, but always seems to be prepared with the correct kit for the moment, is sporting 6 year old's jim-jams. Welcome to The Twilight Zone. BP

Wikipedia are going to have to re-write their definition of Northern Soul following the Sideburn party. Dave Skooter Farm started the procedings with an out-door lecture on thermo-dynamics while the general public ate their fill from the local Chinese chippy. Geoff went for a multicultural curried chips and rice, with noodles as a side order. DJ Johnny Alpha ordered the native "pie 'nt gravy". I went for the chef's special chicken chow mein. (I apologise to any body I spoke to, for my 'spicy' breath). All of a sudden 200 odd souls turned up. Stuka rode his Sporty over from Belfast, and Amalia flew in from Spain. The Stags were brilliant. Met some good people. What a night. Thanks everybody. BP
If you want to email in your own snaps we will up-date this post over the week.




This book was bought for me as a Christmas present when I was perhaps 12 years old. It has the period-obligatory intro by Barry Sheene, but what caught my eye the most, amid the blatant Heron Suzuki product placement, was Sue. The book is a pretty good basic instruction manual and as Sue grew to thoroughly enjoy being dirty and her tool manipulation went from fumbling to competent, so my skills followed a similar trajectory. Though mainly under the covers by torchlight. Complications only became apparent in later years when just the sight of a Ram Air cylinder head would cause trouser havoc. I'm better now. MP
'Hi Ben

It's official! 3000 copies arrived on Gary's doorstep last Friday and he has been posting furiously since. He sent me one guaranteed next day delivery but I missed the postie, and only got it in my mits this morning. I'm always as over excited as a 6 year old on Christmas eve. Thanks a 1,000,000 to everyone who contributed to another great issue. BP
Mick's hobbies include holing himself up in the stationary cupboard and playing with rubber bands
Patrick it was good to meet you and The French Connection, briefly. There was murderous queue trying to get out of the in-field when I left, so me and P came back to find you for a John Smith, but you were nowhere to be found - à la prochaine. How about shooting your bike for SB#6? BP


