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Discussion in 'Old's Cool' started by kbasa, Jan 20, 2012.
Yep. This seems to be working great. We really appreciate the pointers we get.
Adventures? God's bottom! Of course I've had adventures, I used to seek them out - before realising that putting salt and pepper on a curry was to miss the point. Now I find that adventure is inevitable, inescapable, and I simply try and survive it.
It's merely a matter of scale. Where once I needed to be risking life and limb in the most obvious manner possible, I now find that with vertebrae like a stack of broken biscuits, a walk down the garden to the compost heap involves the risk of only making it to the bottom of the garden, to join the mouldering weeds and rotting apples of last Autumn in a heaming screap.
That's adventure for you. That's bloody adventure.
I've spent much of 2014 on my back, gazing at the foulness of a Yorkshire winter through the skylight above my bed, and thinking I wasn't missing much, but I've been up on my hind legs for a few weeks now. I'm doing the exercises, I can walk for nearly an hour, and the swallows are back in my valley. So - what next.
Outside the kitchen door my '78 BMW R100 RS sits, it's clock ticking off yet another year, during which I've been out on it two or three times, and though I love it with a passion more than common, or because of it, I know it's getting bored with me.
Horizons are a funny thing, I'm learning that. It's not something you learn from books. I visit an old guy in a care home, who travels from his room to a lounge down a short corridor, and then back. He used to be Chief Engineer on an oil tanker so vast that the crew used bicycles to get around. The world was his to roam as Texaco directed, now his walking frame enables voyages measured in yards. And it's the lucky ones that get old, I've known many good ones that won't. There's a lesson for me here, and in order to learn it, I went to Ebay.
Abandoning dreams of riding the RS to Andalucia, I've come down a few cc's, and a few miles, and plan on exploring the smaller roads around the Yorkshire Dales, the Lake District and Morecambe Bay on a Yamaha XT 350. The trailer I built for my last journey to Andalucia will accompany me to Hampshire in a couple of days time, carrying back my new purchase, and just like the old days, another for spares. I'll likely need some help with an unfamiliar machine, and hope to find it here.
I'll let you know how I get on.
I'll look forward to your additions if this introduction is an indication of your sensibilities.
All the best to you in your recovery and future travels.
Sounds like the beginning of a book. Love your style!
Welcome to the forum, and looking forward to future posts.
Can someone kindly tell what the heck is an airhead (and don't say a blonde in a mini skirt, lol)
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An Airhead is an aircooled engine Ipfm1990.
What's an iPhone?
And thanks for the welcome Lornce and Wirespokes - nice to be here.
Sunbeem! Where ya been? Glad to hear you are still with us.
People, Sunbeem is a treat and an enhancement to life wherever he goes.
Hello there Mel, how very delightful to hear from you again, (and thanks for the appreciative comment - I'm hoping my red face will pass as sunburn).
BB also asked about my recent activities, and like the man who couldn't remember why he'd joined the Foreign Legion, rescuing memories from the past becomes increasingly difficult as time passes. Fortunately memory is strangely selective, and only those events which can be twisted to resound to my credit emerge from the mist.
I had a lovely jaunt to Spain, with my blacksmithing gear in a specially built trailer, and what an education it was.Spain is in an unimaginable mess, worse by far now than in 2010, and if Catalonia separates from the rest, it may float, but the rest will probably sink - maybe reverting to the Peseta and leaving the EU.
I did some house repairs and made a set of mule panniers - beyond that, zilch. Accommodation was problematic, and prospects of employment truly grim. Men with real metalwork skills were "happy" to get any kind of menial work, only to find themselves undercut by the next guy trying to break into the game. Although one good client can keep me going for a year, the top end of the architectural ironwork market was not stirring at all. I came back before getting permanently stuck, and hung up my hammer.
Since then, I've been working with a charity that sends tools to small collectives in Africa. The trailer stood in the car park of a local Quaker Meeting House, and I collected tools and sewing machines in the surrounding district, taking it to our depot in the Lake District when full.
There's a piece of brown cotton cloth tucked into the RS's fairing, it was wrapped around a set of wood chisels, given by an old guy who explained that it was once his father's shirt, issued by the local mine, in which his dad used to dig coal. Just one of many memorable incidents - my spine is too unreliable for such work at present, but I wouldn't have missed my involvement with tfsr.org for the world.
I've also had an enjoyable excursion into wood-turning, a friend lent me his lathe, and I explored the minimal distinction between producing shavings and shrapnel -- my kitchen is now replete with small objects of uncertain purpose, made from large beautiful hunks of wood. Trees now quiver as I pass by.
So yesterday the trailer made what may be it's final trip with me, before going to the local farmer's auction mart.
Down to Hampshire (near the south coast, around the middle) and a couple of XT 350's were lashed aboard.
Birmingham is hard to avoid on any trip south, and a truck had overturned, spilt it's diesel, and set a large area of motorway ablaze. As a result, a 600 mile round trip took me 16 hours in my "new" '06 Honda Accord, the performance of which simply astounds me after my trusty but slow old Citroen Berlingo. I can even ask the sat-nav the age old question "Are we nearly there yet," and the lady under the dashboard never tires of telling me.
Much of the rest of my time has been spent trying to get my head around the implications inherent in quantum physics, and exploring the many similarities with ancient philosophies. Fritjof Capra started that for me in the Eighties, and my view of the world is now sufficiently unrecognisable to most of my contemporaries to mark me out as completely bonkers.
So I'm in interesting company there!
So - time to take a look at my new arrivals, and see what I've got myself into ....
All the best to you and Big Bamboo -- what's happening in your respective neck of the woods?
Where in Yorkshire are you?
Low Bentham Lornce, that's LA2 7EP.
Or if you're a Druid, I'm just off the Belinus Line in the Dale of Wen.
You can't miss it.
I miss my Airhead R80 - Carillo rods, lightweight wristpins, non-oxidized fork gaitors...
And I miss my old Suzuki Hustler, man, talk about a smoker...
What happened to Sunbeam?