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Who The Fuck Is Spindle
I'm a fat kid from Salford, been in to bikes since I could shit in a nappy. Crashed a few along the way, but i'm still here pissing everyone off. I've tried my hand at motocross and drag racing over the years. I won fuck all, but had a proper laugh, and enjoyed every minute of the time I spent with fellow racers. I have now turned my very limited engineering skills to custom bike building. I have always loved the bike shows and the creations the famous builders dreamed up. I regularly attend all the big events throughout the UK. I have taken inspiration from many builders, but more so from my very good friend Mister D.T.F.P. Benny "Boneshaker" Thomas. Benny has guided my hand through all the builds in these pages, and he has kept me safe, ensuring what creations i come up with are ride-able, safe, (all most) legal, and don't kill me. During my time in Benny's workshop I have met some cool people and made some great friends. I don't take life too seriously. The following pages are just rambling's and experience's of mine during the builds. This blog in not intended to be accurate or period perfect, its just for a laugh, and describes the things I like and love. Please feel free to hurl abuse and insults.
Fuck my old boots, here's
"SPINDLE"
Fuck my old boots, here's
"SPINDLE"
Who The Fuck Is Spindle
Thursday, 28 January 2010
FIRST BIKE I EVER BUILT
well, it was more of a put together, i bought it back in 1990 as an unfinished project form a guy in lowton, not too far up the road from where i live now, paid a grand for it, spent a few weeks with my buddies getting it all sorted, i wired it myself with black cable, in order to proceed i use white tipex to mark the cables, when i finished i removed the tipex and when things went wrong i was totally fucked, i had no idea what wire did what, it popped fuses for fun, blew coils, and leaked more oil than dallas, me and mojow went to the bulldog in 91, i rode the z9, on the way down the oil spilled all over the road and a jet of oil ejected from the gearbox, over my head, and into mojows face, he was like a scalded cat tyring to get his helmet off and cool his face, we are still good friends, i ran it for a few months then sold it to a kid who thought it looked like a harley, fuck knows what he was smoking, i know i was supposed to use a cb engine, but it was all set for the z900 and as i have no welding skills to speak of, and no cb engine, i left the z engine in it, i was a bastard to ride, me and mojow ran the east lancs road at about 90mph, i was bucking and bouncing all over the road, fuck knows how we survived the ride, be we are both still drawing breath, happy days and good memories, love you mojow
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