The new smaller sibling to the 1200cc Bonnie’s is the Street Twin. A 900cc model that will be supported by a hefty catalogue of customization parts to suit any hip rider. It should be a nimble tool for city zipping and backroad scratching alike.
The black on black was subtle and the cherry bomb red cool too. They should attract a new wave of Triumph owners!
Top racing, mechanic, tea-drinking, fast seeking bloke has a birthday today. Guy Martin is 34 today. He’s looking right proper vintage here pouring hisen a brew.
A symphony of autumn colors today. Clear skies overhead with the luminous foliage of ash, maple, oak and elm accompanying the ride towards the Wisconsin State Line.
The Nez: one of the sixties assembled pop groups to thwart Beatles domination the guitar singer songwriter Michael Nesmith enjoyed all things cool Californian. And that included his love for Triumph motorcycles.
The passing today of one of motorcyclings greats. Lancastrian Duke was a dominating figure in the fifties on the GP circuit as well as the Isle of Man TT. No better picture of him that taking a Manx Norton at speed in front of s cheering crowd.
Wheelies, stoppies and all of the other balance necessitated shenanigans that stunt riders do. Also make the bike look like a crowd pleasin’ zany bright, zoom and boom machine.
Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; Or close the wall up with our English dead.
In peace there’s nothing so becomes a man
As modest stillness and humility:
But when the blast of war blows in our ears,
Then imitate the action of the tiger;
Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood,
Disguise fair nature with hard-favour’d rage;
Then lend the eye a terrible aspect;
Let pry through the portage of the head
Like the brass cannon; let the brow o’erwhelm it
As fearfully as doth a galled rock
O’erhang and jutty his confounded base,
Swill’d with the wild and wasteful ocean.
Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide,
Hold hard the breath and bend up every spirit
To his full height. On, on, you noblest English.
Whose blood is fet from fathers of war-proof!
Fathers that, like so many Alexanders,
Have in these parts from morn till even fought
And sheathed their swords for lack of argument:
Dishonour not your mothers; now attest
That those whom you call’d fathers did beget you.
Be copy now to men of grosser blood,
And teach them how to war. And you, good yeoman,
Whose limbs were made in England, show us here
The mettle of your pasture; let us swear
That you are worth your breeding; which I doubt not;
For there is none of you so mean and base,
That hath not noble lustre in your eyes.
I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips,
Straining upon the start. The game’s afoot:
Follow your spirit, and upon this charge
Cry ‘God for Harry, England, and Saint George!’
Will Shakespeare – Henry V.
Contemporary Harry on a Triumph Daytona. Different steed- British blood.
Model Kits. Growing up I couldn’t get enough of them! Aircraft, tanks, cars, ships. Assembly kits or scratch built. I’ll have a little dabble into this world of polystyrene glue and plastic. There’s a 1/35th BSA M20 with rider and arm waving military policeman that I’d like to acquire.
Nowadays there are upgrade detail kits that are finely laser-cut sheets of metal that add fine sparkle. Spokes, buckles, foot pegs.
Perhaps some sharp tweezers will help….
I’d better get an illuminated magnifying glass too!
A classic British light entertainment detective mystery was Randall & Hopkirk ( deceased). Transmitted in ’69 it starred Mike Prattle & Kenneth Cope as the respective titular characters. Marty Hopkirk met an untimely demise in the pilot show and, dressed in a ghostly white suit, could only be seen and heard by his partner Jeff Randall.
Some still images from village scenes or London streets with some Triumph Cub riding character show period rural and urban scenery. The leather blazer and pudding basin lid set the tone.
There was a remake in the early 200p’s starring Vice Reeves & Bob Mortimer.