Bright late spring skies beam down on the motos as they rest from the hare through the Indiana Dunes State Park.
Road trip aftermath for Brit Iron
After yesterdays outing the Bonnie required some much needed maintenance: fork legs drained and refilled. Which necessitated the handlebars to be removed, and the speedo and tach, as well as a readjustment of the steering head bearings to tighten up the proceedings. Also Bob Goodpastor noticed one of
my carb cables was routed a little tightly at the cap; so off came the tank and spun that… Just need to adjust the chain, oil levels in the frame/tank, primary case and gearbox and she’s good for the road again.
Here’s some more photos from Expert Motorcycle Works… Workbench, tools and ‘cycle display all!
Rows of British two wheeled history awaits a willing rider.
Likewise rows of cylinder heads await lapping, guides, valves and rocker arms… As well as a reciprocating cylinder clad piston.
Alley Cat
Sing!
Saint Geordie
The twenty third of April is the feast of the Roman soldier George who was martyred on this day in the fourth century. Typically shown defeating a dragon atop a white steed with maiden beyond his veneration is celebrated in many countries for his virtue. The English flag is his banner: a red vertical cross on white. Itself forming the very foundation for the Union Flag (Jack).
Here is a Triumph Bonneville used as a modern ride leaning into one of the many corners of a latter day dragon: the Dragons Tail at Deals Gap in North Carolina, an 11 mile stretch of Route 129 with over 300 corners.
Road by Instruments
Yesterdays jaunt was certainly a good ‘feather-winded’ trip to loosen overwintering riding skills as well as the bikes awakening leg-stretching. One electrical fault from a hibernating gremlin who had decided to sabotage the negative wire at the fuse. A quick roadside repair and an engine fires up again.
TALE OF THE GREMLINS
This is the tale of the Gremlins
Told by the P.R.U.
The incredible tale of the Gremlins
But believe me, you slobs, it’s true.
When you’re seven miles up in the heavens,
(That’s a hell of a lonely spot)
And it’s fifty degrees below zero
Which isn’t exactly hot.
When you’re frozen blue like your Spitfire
And you’re scared a Mosquito pink,
When you’re thousands of miles from nowhere
And there’s nothing below but the drink
It’s then you will see the Gremlins,
Green and gamboge and gold,
Male and female and neuter
Gremlins both young and old.
It’s no good trying to dodge them,
The lessons you learned on the Link
Won’t help you evade a Gremlin,
Though you boost and you dive and you fink.
White ones will wiggle your wingtips,
Male ones will muddle your maps,
Green ones will guzzle your Glycol,
Females will flutter your flaps.
Pink ones will perch on your perspex,
And dance pirouettes on your prop;
There’s a spherical, middle-aged Gremlin
who’ll spin on your stick like a top.
They’ll freeze up your camera shutters,
They’ll bite through your aileron wires,
They’ll bend and they’ll break and they’ll batter,
They’ll insert toasting forks in your tyres.
That is the tale of the Gremlins,
Told by the P.R.U.,
(P)retty (R)uddy (U)nlikely to many
But fact, none the less, to the few.
Diner Destination
Perfect spring weather allowed a good spin on the bikes, up through Lake County and back along the North Shore. Lunch stop in Zion for some delicious blueberry pancake’s with sausage links on the side.
Washed down with endless fresh coffee.
Sunny? Oh yes! It was a sunglasses sky aloft…warm air blew through my unzippered jacket vents.
TBT: Throwback Thursday
Blowin’ Cobwebs
I decided to bring the Bonnie out of hibernation today. Well a little paw around the block and stretch if the kegs down to the Lake. I did have to fit a new battery carrier too. And some gremlins had decided to take residence over the brutal winter in its electrics. A main lead from The battery had a hidden wire disconnect. Once that was sorted she fired right up a settled quickly into a heart beat.
The fog enveloped the lakefront in atmospheric style.
She ran like a champ. A few dropped gears, but I had the wrong boots on to engage stoutly. I do need to change gear oil though.
Like yesterdays image; but better, ‘cos it’s mine!
Roll on Spring!
A King of Scotland
Oft-time biker and Scot James McAvoy enjoys motos like the best of us passing his bike test before a car one. He’s looking somewhat surly with this new Bonnie. James was in Atonement with Keira Knightley who we also know from That Coco Chanel advert for their Madamoiselle parfum, in a skin color, snug race suit aboard a matching Ducati 750…
Those Italian motorcycles can certainly look good on the right company…
World Domination
I believe that our feline friends are well on the road to taking over the world. They control us to tend to their every need, we cannot interrupt their sleep, their whiskered face with grumbling purr melts our hearts, and, they can unleash sharp ninja like weapons of terror.

I don’t mind; let them Triumph! “Hear me Roar!”

Starting in the Nile plains of Egypt five millennia ago their goddess Bastet is leading them to global rule!
Be sure to wear flowers in your hair…
Scott McKenzie’s counterculture anthem of the late sixties gave young folks to heed Tim Leary’s phrase “turn on, tune in, and drop out” and head west… Well the cool were already there! Here’s Steve above the Bay on a splendid Triumph in a pose that makes me want to saddle up, kick over, and ride out to the west…





























