Harley launch

Tractor pilot.
Silicon valley.

Just one for the ladies.
Nice bike.
Chase pub.........updated,

Dad, me and Paulie the devil.
A warm welcome
Ross the Tattooista

The new Harley is to be revealed at a bar in Las Americas and dad was invited, so we go to see the new bike. At this point i have to confess im not sure what the bike is called. The model i mean. Its some sort of tractor sounding american bike thing like the rest. But anyway, it`s a night out. As we arrived there were a large group of tractors parked up.(sorry Harleys) At the door of the building there were 2 very pleasant girls greeting people as they entered. (i mean nice looking girls). Inside were a few people that i know, Adrian who has ordered one of these bikes, Ross who has done all my tattoo`s and Paulie who is just Paulie. This time Paulie has hair. It`s the first time i have seen this man with hair. I didn`t reconise him. All the times that i had seen him before, his head was shaved. If you look closely at the picture you will see in the background a flag, but it look`s attached to his head. The beers started flowing (coronita, corona to us in England). I would just like to add that the toilet`s were very different to The Chase pub. There was a band playing, people drinking, Harley talk all around, me and my dad clocking the girl`s. The usual Powell night out. At 11.30 the bike was ridden into the club, tractor noise, artificial smoke on the ground, music on and girls with a enough silicon to supply a window fitter enough for a whole housing estate. They were laid across the bike with legs spread and nork`s hanging out. I still did not get tempted to order a bike. ( i mean Harley) As the night went on, more beers went down and it just ended up being a big piss up. Bird`s , bikes, and beer. Great.

Dad`s 60th and St paddy`s day

Red bull gives you wings.

You can have your cake and eat it.

Pissed up dad

It`s monday the 17th of march. Dad`s birthday was yesterday, but we are celebrating again today. It`s also St paddy`s day so after a meal out with a few close friends of my dad we go to The Dubliner for a few drinks. It`s busy like normal but as it`s irish night we thought we would not get in. We got in and got served, so things were going good. It was full of hats and guiness, and the odd English people. Odd meaning my dad. He has his girlfriend with him ( no, not the one he lives with) They are stuck together all night like velcro. The only time they come up for air is to have another drink. The band who play there are as good as ever. More irish music than normal but this put people in the mood . The whole bar was pissed up, well almost, i decided to drive as it was his birthday party night. There were drinks being spilt, glasses broken, but no trouble anywhere. At 3.30 we decided to leave. As we left the bar there was a girl from Hungary trying to get us in to a strip club. Dad being dad was chatting her up. This is normal in daylight hours, but as the night gets dark and the drinks go down and the glasses come off, it seems to be more popular for him. The girls also look "ok" as he says. Across the street from us is Buzz lightyear, Alias Carl. Clocking what was going on, he shouts over as my dad kisses the girl, " it`s the kiss of death love, the kiss of death". At that point the two seperate and we get in the car to go home. In all, a good night out.

TENERIFE ONCE AGAIN

The outside toilet

So here i am, it`s 3.30 on tuesday afternoon.I have landed in Tenerife, collect my luggage and I get a taxi to my dad`s house 15 mins from the airport. I`m not sure the taxi driver was sure where El Salto was as all they normally do is Los Cristianos and Playa De Las Americas. As i arrived at the house it was clear he was not there. So i needed a plan to suprise him. I was desperate for the toilet so not to be so English i decided against "lagging" on the plants so i used the outside toilet. The new edition to the family (no, not another brother or sister or wife for my dad) a labrador/great dane cross had been using the drive way for his number 2`s. As there was not much else i could do i decided to clear the way and collect them up. I decided to send a text to my dad just to test the water. "ay up mate what`s happening" the reply was "driving at the mo, i will bell you later" When my dad says later this could mean later that day or even later that week. So i replied "ok, laters" By now it was coming up to 5 o,clock. The sun was strong and now i`m on the bench soaking it up when i heard the gravel drive and a diesel car. He was back. Ok, now i had to hide till he went in the house. As planned he went in the house with his mrs (Mari). I waited 10 seconds and went to the door. "knock knock knock" He answered the door. "Sammy, what the f**k are you doing here" and that was it, the first of many late nights.

THE GIRLS HAVE GONE

Now that Claudia has gone back to France and Karla is still in Brasil what can i do now. Ahhh the bike, so i rode it from brother Pete`s house where it has been stored over the Brasil period and he has kindly fitted the Goodridge hoses as he was sorting the brakes out. This alone did not sort the brakes out , so it`s off to uncle Steve`s for a check up. The brakes puzzled us,they pumped up ok and did not loose pressure until it the bike was rolled forward 1 metre. This made us scratch our heads so we got it up on the stands to investigate further. Upon further inspection we could clearly see the left hand disc was badly warped. So the cure was new discs. Back to ebay for some wavy items. While the bike was on the stand we decided to take the forks out as the seal`s have gone. Now it looks sorry for it self once again. I`m determined to get it back on the road again. This is the last fix and after this it`s ready for it`s first track day. Uncle Steve, be prepared to get lapped again.

Life after Brasil

goodbye for now.

After my short break in Brasil (10 weeks) it`s now time to work and settle down. Claudia has been with me for a week and she will be going back this saturday. The week has gone really quick. To be honest the last year has, but it slowed down a little when i met Karla. Now that we are separate but together, i think it will go really slow. So to get over coming back to England, i think i will have a short break in Tenerife starting this tuesday. I have only just got my last two pairs of socks out of the case and it`s time to fill it again. It feels like i have lived out of the suitcase for a long time now. We are quite attached. I dont like to leave it behind. Well maybe it`s our last journey for now, but you never know.