millard
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Met up with Frank (Old Codger) at the ferry terminal at Lymington and had an extremely pleasant 20min bullsh*t session whilst awaiting the arrival of Tim (Barfly) and Ian (Barnabus) from the island.
We set off for Poole through the New forest at a nice gentle bimble pace and three of us arrived I'd guess about 40 mins or so later, as Frank had to go straight onwards to meet his better half in Bournemouth(I think).
None of us had done Poole Quay before and I was reminded of how relaxed biker do's are for the most part.
It'sa a kinda carnival atmosphere with loadsa bikes of all sorts and sizes and shapes, just like the riders really.
We had to park up about maybe half a mile up the sea front in an overflow parking area, but it was a nice wee stroll back to the hub of things chatting and looking at all the various bikes and folks. I find I just kinda meld in with this mix of biking humanity from all walks, and I love the sights and sounds and the smell of the food and the laughter and the general bonhomie of the whole thing.
I must get out more, get back into bike rallies or something, think I need another fix!!!
So we wander along chatting and getting aquainted and I'm wondering, in what other "walk of life" (that's a song innit?) can you meet a coupla strangers and instantly have so much in common?
Personally, it's always been bikes for me that turns that Brit stiff upper lip all of a quiver.
Anyway, enough of this drivel, I stopped off at the King & Queen in Hamble on the way home, and then later whilst waiting for the pics to download to Photobucket, opened a bottle of Vino de Somethingorother which is going down quite well.
So here's a coupla shots from this evening's wee ride.
Hope you enjoy them as much as I did.
We stopped for a look at the first bike that caught out eyes.
Ian and Tim were impressed I think.
I was ashamed to admit that I once scrapped one of these. Geez you need a bloody mortgage to buy one now!!!
A big Pussy AKA a Panther(bitsa).
I just love bikes like this. Now I don't know this guy, but it looks to me that he and his bike have have been together for a long time, evolving and getting
used to each other.
The rider was totally unphased by the fact that he kept a small audience of wellwishers/onlookers/curious/horrified folks amused for a good ten minutes while he tried valiantly to bring a half century old recalcitrant 650cc one lunger into life. Personally I get reminded regularly what it's like when you retard the ignition just a wee bit tooooo much on me 500 Norton single. So watching this old bugger kick back on him time after time had me filled wi admiration for his perseverance, and the shear bloody strength of his right ankle.
just lok at that young lad's face,, "WTF is it?"
He kept smiling and finally rode off wi that big slow revin engine
plodding up the road as he took his leave of us.
Then this tasty Norton caught me eye.
I've a soft spot for Nortons, having two in the shed, but neither as nice as this, although one has an equally mouthwatering front brake.
And then there was this. Geez, if Angelina Jolie was reborn as a bike this'd be her. Hmmm, whata ride
And her heartbeat sounded glorious as she pulled away
Another Velocette, but of a very different nature. Nice just the same.
Pretty wee BSA 250 side valve, C10 I think but I'm sure I'll be corrected if wrong.
A flock of Fizzies, the moped that launched a thousand hooligans
And the GT version
Never seen one of these in the flesh
And I've only seen a few of these, in Copenhagen. A prize if you can guess what it is.
750cc in line four cylinder, semi exposed valves, shaft drive. Flat bar for a frame.
This had me guessing. Not so much the bike, as the frame at the rear wheel.
I was forced to approach a very pretty young lassie for enlightenment.
It's a surfboard rack, hehehe
Little an Large
Who's was this ?
and this?
Was he talking about a bike or a femme fatale?
Another fav for me. Only because the rider has his ego so intact that he can ride something like this into an event of this nature and obviously not give toss.
Think I could hear Jimi's ghost playing "Purple Haze" in the distance
And my favourite. Not because it's a big Vin, but because it's a bike worth about £20k if properly fettled and instead the rider chooses to use and abuse it, just as the maker intended - luvit
Oh and I almost forgot, Bakerman came all the way down from Andover to drop off me personal invitation to his birthday bash on me tank,,, how sweet is that eh?
We set off for Poole through the New forest at a nice gentle bimble pace and three of us arrived I'd guess about 40 mins or so later, as Frank had to go straight onwards to meet his better half in Bournemouth(I think).
None of us had done Poole Quay before and I was reminded of how relaxed biker do's are for the most part.
It'sa a kinda carnival atmosphere with loadsa bikes of all sorts and sizes and shapes, just like the riders really.
We had to park up about maybe half a mile up the sea front in an overflow parking area, but it was a nice wee stroll back to the hub of things chatting and looking at all the various bikes and folks. I find I just kinda meld in with this mix of biking humanity from all walks, and I love the sights and sounds and the smell of the food and the laughter and the general bonhomie of the whole thing.
I must get out more, get back into bike rallies or something, think I need another fix!!!
So we wander along chatting and getting aquainted and I'm wondering, in what other "walk of life" (that's a song innit?) can you meet a coupla strangers and instantly have so much in common?
Personally, it's always been bikes for me that turns that Brit stiff upper lip all of a quiver.
Anyway, enough of this drivel, I stopped off at the King & Queen in Hamble on the way home, and then later whilst waiting for the pics to download to Photobucket, opened a bottle of Vino de Somethingorother which is going down quite well.
So here's a coupla shots from this evening's wee ride.
Hope you enjoy them as much as I did.
We stopped for a look at the first bike that caught out eyes.
Ian and Tim were impressed I think.
I was ashamed to admit that I once scrapped one of these. Geez you need a bloody mortgage to buy one now!!!
A big Pussy AKA a Panther(bitsa).
I just love bikes like this. Now I don't know this guy, but it looks to me that he and his bike have have been together for a long time, evolving and getting
used to each other.
The rider was totally unphased by the fact that he kept a small audience of wellwishers/onlookers/curious/horrified folks amused for a good ten minutes while he tried valiantly to bring a half century old recalcitrant 650cc one lunger into life. Personally I get reminded regularly what it's like when you retard the ignition just a wee bit tooooo much on me 500 Norton single. So watching this old bugger kick back on him time after time had me filled wi admiration for his perseverance, and the shear bloody strength of his right ankle.
just lok at that young lad's face,, "WTF is it?"
He kept smiling and finally rode off wi that big slow revin engine
plodding up the road as he took his leave of us.
Then this tasty Norton caught me eye.
I've a soft spot for Nortons, having two in the shed, but neither as nice as this, although one has an equally mouthwatering front brake.
And then there was this. Geez, if Angelina Jolie was reborn as a bike this'd be her. Hmmm, whata ride
And her heartbeat sounded glorious as she pulled away
Another Velocette, but of a very different nature. Nice just the same.
Pretty wee BSA 250 side valve, C10 I think but I'm sure I'll be corrected if wrong.
A flock of Fizzies, the moped that launched a thousand hooligans
And the GT version
Never seen one of these in the flesh
And I've only seen a few of these, in Copenhagen. A prize if you can guess what it is.
750cc in line four cylinder, semi exposed valves, shaft drive. Flat bar for a frame.
This had me guessing. Not so much the bike, as the frame at the rear wheel.
I was forced to approach a very pretty young lassie for enlightenment.
It's a surfboard rack, hehehe
Little an Large
Who's was this ?
and this?
Was he talking about a bike or a femme fatale?
Another fav for me. Only because the rider has his ego so intact that he can ride something like this into an event of this nature and obviously not give toss.
Think I could hear Jimi's ghost playing "Purple Haze" in the distance
And my favourite. Not because it's a big Vin, but because it's a bike worth about £20k if properly fettled and instead the rider chooses to use and abuse it, just as the maker intended - luvit
Oh and I almost forgot, Bakerman came all the way down from Andover to drop off me personal invitation to his birthday bash on me tank,,, how sweet is that eh?
