Ok, it's been a while since I posted and although this is setting out to be a rant, I need to get it off my chest as I'm sick to the back teeth of shit road users.
We all make the odd faux pas here and there and I'm not claiming to be perfect or know every bit of the highway code but there is a part of me that wonders how some of these imbeciles got a license in the first place or aren't dead (yet).
Let's start with the urban and country scourge known as The Cyclist. Not all of them, but a select few who must be suffering suffocation as the air supply is blocked off by the lycra round their neck and their head up their arse.
Firstly, riding in groups and using up ALL the fucking road, at 15mph. No matter if it's through urban streets with frigging traffic calming bollards at spaced intervals so you can't get past, or in the sticks, on a single track lane, where, you can't get past. These bastards have no road sense or regard for other road users, and if you do try and pass them, you get a torrent of abuse.
Now, I ride a pushbike, but not like this. Whatever happened to the highway code rule of cyclists having to ride in single file? I've not read it for a while so don't know. I do have a copy that is only a couple of years old so maybe I should have a look, but it surely doesn't give these gits total permission to do as they please. They think they're on a par with Lance fucking Armstrong, not likely, you're in a little club riding around getting in peoples way in the real world, on public roads, not a closed road in a televised event.....have a word with yourself. Those of us on motorbikes are continually lambasted for riding quick, or being noisy, or dangerous, antisocial, blah blah blah, but we actually took a test and pay a pretty penny for the privilege, unlike you.
The other thing about cyclists which angers me greatly, and you see more of it around this time of year with it being dark, is their use of a flashing light on the front of their bike, what the actual fuck!!!!
As the perennially lovely Jennifer Aniston once said: "Here's the science bit." The human eyes and brain can't focus quick enough on a 1200 lumen strobe to judge it's speed and distance. All it sees is a bastard flashing light. It could be 50ft away at a standstill or 20ft away doing 25mph, it doesn't matter. I'm sure a flashing light on the front of a vehicle is illegal isn't it? Time to check that highway code book again, but I'm sure that since the cyclists guilty of such behaviour are saving the planet by cycling and not killing babies or local Stote habitats by using an evil diesel car, then these self righteous wankers have nothing to be afraid of......except maybe being knocked off by someone who's retinas have just burned away by some twats Cannondale with an early 90s rave strobe masquerading as a headlight, clamped to the handlebars.
SOLID FRONT NIGHT, SAFE AT NIGHT.
That's some marketing/propaganda/public service announcement slogan drivel I just made up, prepare to see on a bus shelter ad soon, but you saw it here first.
Anyway, cyclists, how about riding sensibly, and get a sensible, solid, front light, then I won't have to shout at you anymore.
Part 2 to follow, maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but soon, and remember....
Be safe, don't be a twat.
Friday 7 December 2018
Tuesday 20 November 2018
Hello blogger my old friend
"Hey, it's you, not seen you for ages, you've not been round, or written."
"Yeah, I know. I've just been busy with doing bits to the house, working, a bit of racing, life stuff, y'know."
"Well that's all well and good but no one reads your old blogs anymore so you must come back and make new ones."
"I know, it's just I'm struggling with a few things lately, I don't need to be having a conversation with a Google owned service and it telling me it needs me or some shit."
"I'm not needy, if you want to leave blogs somewhere else be my guest, I didn't ask you to make an account did I."
No, no one did.
"Yeah, I know. I've just been busy with doing bits to the house, working, a bit of racing, life stuff, y'know."
"Well that's all well and good but no one reads your old blogs anymore so you must come back and make new ones."
"I know, it's just I'm struggling with a few things lately, I don't need to be having a conversation with a Google owned service and it telling me it needs me or some shit."
"I'm not needy, if you want to leave blogs somewhere else be my guest, I didn't ask you to make an account did I."
No, no one did.
Friday 31 August 2018
2nd Quarter, and things were on the up
...Except the weather that is, that still sucks.
Hello everyone, all one of you. Welcome to my blog, nowt interesting has happened recently I'll admit except me feeling a little under the weather and not quite myself, but hopefully, with a change of seasons and a bit of fucking around with the clock, I'll be feeling a bit better pretty soon.
Work is pretty much how it was last time you read, except with an increase in the arse kisser population, the reason for that is that we've joined with the machine shop from the HQ building and been plonked in together in another building altogether.
The Summer house, now has its soffit vents, and a couple of comfy chairs, and that's it. The glass I put in the door though does not leak and it's now insect free thanks to the fine mesh I used on the vents.
RC racing, not done any still, however, emerging from my pessimistic mental cave, I have noticed that starting on the 6th of May, there is a race every week for at least 3 weeks, all in different places, starting next week at Torch for round 1 of their summer series. Shall I charge up the shorties and get the Sworkz S12-m back on duty? Is that even a question? Then it's round 2 of the SRS at the mighty Slough, THE home of rallycross in the UK so I was told once. I missed round 1 due to aforementioned cave dwelling but I did fire up the ol' girl the other week. Looks like I'll have to give it some kind of wrenching for dirt though as it's currently wearing an "astro" kind of stance.
The bike, The Thunderace, the one that got dragged under a car for about 20ft, while the driver carried on merrily in to The Range carpark with me on his windscreen. Wow, as of this precise moment, it's sat in the workshop with a gallon and half of super in the tank, waiting for me to book the MOT.
I have to give shout outs to the following though as they've done a sterling job. Graham at The Image Works www.bike-stickers.com did all the new graphics, including the tank lettering, the colour of which, is an absolute spot bollock on match to Yamahas silver. If you didn't know better, you would say the lettering was sprayed in at the factory.
Which takes me to another who's well deserving of a mention, and that's Lee at Roosters Voodoo Paint, who sorted my tank. He is just one guy but does a cracking job. Buy him a bottle of Rum and he'll see you right. He rides too so understands how you want the paint to look, he won't just give it a flash over and leave more orange peel than the man from Del Monte on a VitC binge in a darkened room, oh no. He's also a genuine bloke. Give him a nosey when you want shit painted and tell him I sent you.
I publish this update while sat in front of my pc with a bad back at the end of August, so the 2nd quarter was a while ago. I've simply been up to my eyeballs in doing stuff to actually blog anything. I was even meant to take the finished bike to show Lee at Roosters Voodoo Paint to show him how it all looks but life has been in the way.
I'll do a more recent update soon, and remember, that's how, for now.
Hello everyone, all one of you. Welcome to my blog, nowt interesting has happened recently I'll admit except me feeling a little under the weather and not quite myself, but hopefully, with a change of seasons and a bit of fucking around with the clock, I'll be feeling a bit better pretty soon.
Work is pretty much how it was last time you read, except with an increase in the arse kisser population, the reason for that is that we've joined with the machine shop from the HQ building and been plonked in together in another building altogether.
The Summer house, now has its soffit vents, and a couple of comfy chairs, and that's it. The glass I put in the door though does not leak and it's now insect free thanks to the fine mesh I used on the vents.
RC racing, not done any still, however, emerging from my pessimistic mental cave, I have noticed that starting on the 6th of May, there is a race every week for at least 3 weeks, all in different places, starting next week at Torch for round 1 of their summer series. Shall I charge up the shorties and get the Sworkz S12-m back on duty? Is that even a question? Then it's round 2 of the SRS at the mighty Slough, THE home of rallycross in the UK so I was told once. I missed round 1 due to aforementioned cave dwelling but I did fire up the ol' girl the other week. Looks like I'll have to give it some kind of wrenching for dirt though as it's currently wearing an "astro" kind of stance.
The bike, The Thunderace, the one that got dragged under a car for about 20ft, while the driver carried on merrily in to The Range carpark with me on his windscreen. Wow, as of this precise moment, it's sat in the workshop with a gallon and half of super in the tank, waiting for me to book the MOT.
I have to give shout outs to the following though as they've done a sterling job. Graham at The Image Works www.bike-stickers.com did all the new graphics, including the tank lettering, the colour of which, is an absolute spot bollock on match to Yamahas silver. If you didn't know better, you would say the lettering was sprayed in at the factory.
Which takes me to another who's well deserving of a mention, and that's Lee at Roosters Voodoo Paint, who sorted my tank. He is just one guy but does a cracking job. Buy him a bottle of Rum and he'll see you right. He rides too so understands how you want the paint to look, he won't just give it a flash over and leave more orange peel than the man from Del Monte on a VitC binge in a darkened room, oh no. He's also a genuine bloke. Give him a nosey when you want shit painted and tell him I sent you.
I publish this update while sat in front of my pc with a bad back at the end of August, so the 2nd quarter was a while ago. I've simply been up to my eyeballs in doing stuff to actually blog anything. I was even meant to take the finished bike to show Lee at Roosters Voodoo Paint to show him how it all looks but life has been in the way.
I'll do a more recent update soon, and remember, that's how, for now.
Saturday 3 March 2018
Welcome to 2018
Greetings and salutations, welcome to 2018, which for me so far, has been a 2017 rollover. Surrounded by muppets, charlatans and wankers and it's only just turned March. I've not raced since November as that particular meeting (the indoor one) had a number of people in attendance, a few of which simply cheese me off by their mere presence.
Anyway, I've been working on my house and my woo-sah in the interim, Oh yeah, and my bike, Which doesn't look it's got anywhere but I have done stuff to it, much like the hallway if I'm honest.
The wifes Fibromyalgia continues to be a thorn in the side, mostly her side, obviously, but as consequence, it results in the fun being sucked out of life on a continual yearly basis.
Then there's the eldest stepsons father. What can I say about this bloke that hasn't already been said? He's a teacher, he's married to a teacher, and they have a spoilt child together. She doesn't like the stepson, and has been campaigning to get him out of the house (the kid's 15 and autistic) over the course of the last year or so. He's gone along with it too, with me nearly putting my fist into his ample body and face in the front yard last summer. Finally, he's managed to turn his nipper against him enough so that his son doesn't actually want to live there. So he's won on that front. What makes it difficult, is that looking after an autistic teenager who has personality traits similar to his father is a difficult job and fucking annoying.
I mean, why must you have to remind them that they have to have a shower and clean their teeth everyday? This is halfway through the day after I've showered, dressed, gone out, and come back, and seen the bathroom exactly how I left it 2 hours earlier, but they're clothed.
Next it's pricks at work, but because I make certain things at Portsmouths worst kept secret I can't tell you a great deal. Suffice to say, they're similar to most other mid size private companies, where they hire blokes in shirts and letters after their name and a nice piece of paper from a higher place of learning, who know and display considerably less knowledge than the blokes on the shopfloor who have nothing but decades of hardcore experience from the various places they've worked at. It pisses me off.
Add to that, arse kissing bastards. I hate them.
Which is probably why, after all my years, I'm still a normal time served/manual turner/cnc miller/programmer/precision engineer wearing jeans to work. I don't kiss arse, someone gets my true opinion via my gob. So, despite my years and skill, some wanker with a brown nose, silver tongue and a mouth full of bullshit will always trump me in the job stakes.
My "summer house" is almost finished. I say almost, I have to do the soffit vents, insulate it, the glass I picked up today has to go in the door, as well as fitting the beading. The actual floor is down but not the floor covering, Ie: carpet/laminate/lino etc. Then of course there's electric to power the lights and whatever else. That will be channeled in as and when. I'm doing the patio at the moment then there's a nice lamp post to choose, then the groundwork, then I'll need a sparky.
I reckon I'll have to an extra fusebox fitted for the outside stuff. It's probably safer that way.
I'm chuffed though, I built it all myself from timber and it's the first time I've done something like that and it's lasted all winter and been leak free. Big thanks to Biggsey though, who procured me the fasteners with which to screw the thing together and would've given me an actual hand had he not been going through a shitty time himself.
I was meant to be racing tomorrow for the Clanfield leg of the "Race against cancer" Steve and Bernie Memorial race but both legs have been cancelled due to the weather being a bit pony.
Bernie and Steve were well liked people in the RC racing community who both succumbed to the disease in one form or another late last year. Bernie was a regular at South Coast RC and before that, Torch. I have mentioned him a number of times in my previous blogs concerning racing. Steve was Kevin Brunsdens Dad and all round nice bloke. I spoke with him a few times and he always had enthusiasm for the hobby/sport but I didn't know him as well as Bernie as he was based around the Reading area so not as local but he was well liked by the guys from up that way, and most of them are sound so he gets my thumbs up.
Alas It's time to say goodnight, but remember, those with cushty jobs aren't always cushty people, sometimes they're utter Wankers.
Anyway, I've been working on my house and my woo-sah in the interim, Oh yeah, and my bike, Which doesn't look it's got anywhere but I have done stuff to it, much like the hallway if I'm honest.
The wifes Fibromyalgia continues to be a thorn in the side, mostly her side, obviously, but as consequence, it results in the fun being sucked out of life on a continual yearly basis.
Then there's the eldest stepsons father. What can I say about this bloke that hasn't already been said? He's a teacher, he's married to a teacher, and they have a spoilt child together. She doesn't like the stepson, and has been campaigning to get him out of the house (the kid's 15 and autistic) over the course of the last year or so. He's gone along with it too, with me nearly putting my fist into his ample body and face in the front yard last summer. Finally, he's managed to turn his nipper against him enough so that his son doesn't actually want to live there. So he's won on that front. What makes it difficult, is that looking after an autistic teenager who has personality traits similar to his father is a difficult job and fucking annoying.
I mean, why must you have to remind them that they have to have a shower and clean their teeth everyday? This is halfway through the day after I've showered, dressed, gone out, and come back, and seen the bathroom exactly how I left it 2 hours earlier, but they're clothed.
Next it's pricks at work, but because I make certain things at Portsmouths worst kept secret I can't tell you a great deal. Suffice to say, they're similar to most other mid size private companies, where they hire blokes in shirts and letters after their name and a nice piece of paper from a higher place of learning, who know and display considerably less knowledge than the blokes on the shopfloor who have nothing but decades of hardcore experience from the various places they've worked at. It pisses me off.
Add to that, arse kissing bastards. I hate them.
Which is probably why, after all my years, I'm still a normal time served/manual turner/cnc miller/programmer/precision engineer wearing jeans to work. I don't kiss arse, someone gets my true opinion via my gob. So, despite my years and skill, some wanker with a brown nose, silver tongue and a mouth full of bullshit will always trump me in the job stakes.
My "summer house" is almost finished. I say almost, I have to do the soffit vents, insulate it, the glass I picked up today has to go in the door, as well as fitting the beading. The actual floor is down but not the floor covering, Ie: carpet/laminate/lino etc. Then of course there's electric to power the lights and whatever else. That will be channeled in as and when. I'm doing the patio at the moment then there's a nice lamp post to choose, then the groundwork, then I'll need a sparky.
I reckon I'll have to an extra fusebox fitted for the outside stuff. It's probably safer that way.
I'm chuffed though, I built it all myself from timber and it's the first time I've done something like that and it's lasted all winter and been leak free. Big thanks to Biggsey though, who procured me the fasteners with which to screw the thing together and would've given me an actual hand had he not been going through a shitty time himself.
I was meant to be racing tomorrow for the Clanfield leg of the "Race against cancer" Steve and Bernie Memorial race but both legs have been cancelled due to the weather being a bit pony.
Bernie and Steve were well liked people in the RC racing community who both succumbed to the disease in one form or another late last year. Bernie was a regular at South Coast RC and before that, Torch. I have mentioned him a number of times in my previous blogs concerning racing. Steve was Kevin Brunsdens Dad and all round nice bloke. I spoke with him a few times and he always had enthusiasm for the hobby/sport but I didn't know him as well as Bernie as he was based around the Reading area so not as local but he was well liked by the guys from up that way, and most of them are sound so he gets my thumbs up.
Alas It's time to say goodnight, but remember, those with cushty jobs aren't always cushty people, sometimes they're utter Wankers.
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