
Schools out for summer: get on your scrappy jeans, don a pair of pumps and slip on your shades. T-shirt? Triumph of course!
Pin-up Girl
Foo
Jesus Saves!

Bonnie ‘n’ Ink – sometimes I wish I had smaller hands to reach into the nooks and crannies found on typical motorcycle engineering. This lucky lass has both a nice table elevating maintenance proceedings as well as the deft feminine digits to perform that work. A bike work table is the next thing on my list of projects.
“Hats off Mr Christ.”
Denim
May the Fourth
Warm Feet
Lid
The old bounce needs to be looked after so I popped down to Motoworks to try some lids on. The Arai and Shoei were form fitting but darned expensive…$6-700. The Biltwell a bit too plush. But the Bell Vortex in XL was just right. A nice balance of scalp comfort, snugness, clear vision, weight, and a nice look. The white strip has a certain retro look. $200.
Le Moto Vendredi
King of Cool
Wax Lyrical
Barbour jackets are de rigeur in the damp climate of England. Whether with a Purdey double barrel over your arm, a pair of Red Setters sniffing out a hedgerow or, like this lass here, taking a classic British twin for a gallop along the country lane. Waxed cotton to ward off bramble, stone and drizzle, ample pockets to tuck a hip flask and silk scarf in, and wool liner to keep the damp chill at bay.
Later….
…with Kirsty MacColl.
A screenshot of the 100th episode of Jools Holland’s inexhaustible show “Later..”. Here sittin’ at the piano with the irreplaceable Kirsty. Her writing,singing and musical attitude were a wonderful thing. From “Fairy Tale of New York”, to “Looking for a New England”, and a heartfelt “They don’t know”. Such a loss. Jools is sporting an Ace Cafe Tshirt; and the world can’t have enough motorcycle themed t-shirts in it!
Chanteuse
The epitome of frenchness in looks and sound is the sixties singer Françoise Hardy. She can wear a badged leather jacket like its a runway item or Brighton pier garb.
Perfect riding shot of M. Hardy and fellow musician George Moustaki zoom through the forests of Fontainebleau.
This classic shot of her looking back from the superbike saddle of the Honda CB750 has been copied numerous times- but hers is the best.
Bibendum
I’m giving up my period looking Dunlops and plumping for a pair a sleek new Michelins. Pilots to be precise. Mounted to new alloy rims laced with shiny stainless steel spokes. These are gonna stick to the roads like clarts on my Doc Martens…
One of the oldest trademarks is the Michelin Man also known as Bibendum (from Horace’s Odes “Nunc est Bibendum!” – Now is the time to drink! Originally with cigar in mouth wearing pince-nez, he reminds me a bit like The cartoonist Giles’ grandma…
Thirty Three
Eight ‘Elmets
A store display offering items for the distinguished cafe racer rider. Pudd’n bowls as well as open-face Davida’s. Pilot goggles and silk scarves as well as a badge buckled belt. The pins adorning the leather jackets lapel are a neat detail too.
The fair fronted latter day Thruxton is looking the part too. Alloy tank? Why certainly sir!













