A pan chopper is already too cool, but adding lots of personal self-made parts and making all the decisions takes it to another level that most of us will never pursue. Are you going to take it to Born Free Texas in the fall? We've been thinking of going down there for a quick turnaround trip (not on the bike) if time permits.
"i" (Meaning everyone who has helped; - Dundalk Fab for the ex gracia frame blasting and the unreal insight that I was the broke Van gogh of bike building, Hugh Keating (Genius and ZZR1100 lock-down chief of years' tear-back and polish), Roy the guy who cycled through India to get to Australia 26 years ago to learn welding; Me, Who took a left for seasons ten-year ditched bike home, I'll give myself that; My folks who know nothing of machines but stayed ok since there's something in me apparently; And Toby. The stray dog who on March 14th 2017 came beside me every day ASD though he has, just to keep me company when I tore the Cagiva down.) That "I", gets what you're doing and hurts at the same time. You go get 'em.
I LOVE your '48 Pan, Axel!!!! It's almost a mirror image of the '48 Pan I owned from 1974 until 1996!! I've down a lot of stupid things in my life, but the stupidest thing I ever did was sell that old Pan. Great job, and congratulations on the build!!
Beauty and talent. A truly lethal combination. Kudos to you for making it happen. Learning from others is the staple of being realistic and wanting it 100% right. Good on you.
Toronto _____________________________ I’ve been down that road on google Thought I saw your image on a bus But swung back to see a life pass before me in a ’66 Mustang where a sign rightfully said Stop for no one Thoughts of beer grew like the darkness held inside the bars of no time And in the hustle of peanuts I spilled things Learned nothing of myself And held off the devil in me a while They all have it they say Them poets and their ways Though besides our differences I know you, like me, forgive them On down Queen Street and there’s a Picasso wall Strewn curves and free thoughts that silently sing to everyone something different Though really when you think of it We all get a break from our day Eastward on I travel with my mouse Hunting for you and that beer Past the dog’s bollocks and the girl on her bike Intent on not being late Or becoming part of a bus’s history Look up and see the lines now Hoarders of conversations, Secrets, Affairs Torn rips of parts of people Wrenched in a mindless, irreversible heartbeat Breath-taking eclipses of touching humanities Lines of voices that carry the power of words East, Go East on Queen Street West Go on the tram line and let it chase you to the downward dog And ride life on a Giant, Toronto
Ok. Minute forty-one. A writer huh. "Ripped at the Knee". It's on Amazon if you get the time that's me. I am not asking you out I just think you're cool honest to nuts.
she enjoys portraying men (on instagram) as rude, chauvinistic, cross eyed, cretins. I think her kicker illustrates the only thing she actually likes about men.
