RealClassic

TALES FROM THE SHED saddle

OK, OK! I admit it. I’ve been slacking on the spannering front. Not entirely idle, but certainly slacking. I have given myself a verbal warning about this. After two more I shall sack myself. Which is easier said than done, but I know I deserve punishment. Why? Because I’ve been having an utterly ace summer time riding around all over the place in sunshine (and thunderstorms) instead of locking myself away in The Shed and sweating over a hot Thor hammer.

What a summer. What. A. Stunner.

At the risk of introducing personal nonsense into a magazine story read by a couple of million total strangers who don’t care at all, I will reveal that this is a special summer. This is the summer in the middle of which – before you read this, in fact – I shall hit that magic age when the government starts to pay me simply to be alive. What a great thing. What a surprise.

Which is a slightly insane way of revealing that I decided to make an old-age resolution: if I’ve some spare time, instead of diving into The Shed and immersing myself in the grubby fascinations of the BSA A65T, I shall drag out a motorcycle which actually works and head for the hills. The Welsh hills. And this is what I’ve done.

It is not a new thing, by the way. I make this resolution every year. It is however unusual, mostly because in all previous years, by some mysterious cosmic force, whenever

You're reading a preview, sign up to read more.

More from RealClassic

RealClassic11 min read
Ace OF CUBS
Rewind to January 2011 and you’d see my hands thrust deeply into my jacket pockets as I waited for the show to begin. My fellow bikers crammed the hotel bar for the much-anticipated Scottish Classic MC’s winter auction – an annual event which boosts
RealClassic5 min read
Red Hunter Reborn
Some experiences stay with you for the rest of your life. Falling in love for the first time, watching your first football match, or seeing the bike that you will always want to own: you can sort the order to suit your own preferences. This happened
RealClassic9 min read
Pub Talk
A bit more light tinkering has been done in the garage. The AJS footrest has been moved by ‘stretching’ the 7/16-inch square bar favoured by the Wolverhampton factory, using means that PUB declines to reveal, but might be guessed by readers familiar