One thing I hated about my SpeedTriple from 95, the Union Jack flags it's totally unnecessary IMO. Front end looks like it's missing a brake disc but has the caliper?
I couldn't work out if the caliper was there or not TBH. I don't like the twin pipe configuration esoecially as it's a single cylinder engine looks messy to me
Me too, The jacket The helmet The bike Caliper The countryside The weather Riding position Brown shoes Grass is too long - I hate it all, oh and the shadows on the road. It’s all horrid!
You missed the the fact its got what look like nobblys and like its never been anywhere that isnt tarmac'd
I unfortunately left my last pair of eight holes at the Egypt Mill Hotel last year in Nailsworth. I offered to pay the return cost but they couldn’t be arsed by all accounts Now Doc-less. Twats.
Had I not been off the road I'd have picked them up for you.* Though last time I rode thataways was when I dropped the red one. Despite having got the brown DMs specifically for riding, I wore trainers that day - as the senior copper on scene observed (the one who told one of his novices "the red ones are faster"). *But I'll never marry you!
You’re welcome to ask and keep them if you’re passing through, (very good condition, brown, yellow stitching, size 9) I used to like Egypt Mill but I’ve since moved on.
They started on the slippery slope when they went all fashionable and started selling them from boutique shops. Sheesh I used to buy mine from the Army & Navy stores. I now buy my boots from Screwfix, of varying quality it has to be said, or my latest purchase of ex-military items. The same is happening with Dickies workwear, a Carnaby Street store fer chrissakes....
Good god they'd actually fit! But, no, ta. A mate gave me a pair of jackboots he got at an auto jumble, in '89, and I wore them couriering, and I've had athletes foot ever since. I spent the night at the 16th C. Castle Inn, Lydford at the end of my first Dartmoor hike, in a four-poster bed. It was like sleeping in a film set with four walls and no cameras. Unfortunately I was asleep.
Indeed, and requires little thought above plundering whatever the lower orders of the day are wearing to provide that all important perceived street cred. And, of course, it also allows one to blend right into that bohemian vogue the Sunday/fashion magazines like to portray. They couldn't be less bohemian if they tried - "We're all individuals !"
