A Blat with the Missus...

OK, so with the kids & school & a nice winter’s day happening in Ol’ OJ, what better way to spend an afternoon that a quick blat on the bikes...& possibly feed my prodigious belly!

Yes it was cold & it was a relativly short spin in the sun; it's funny, cool in the sun isn't as bad as rain is it! 

The sunny spin was to a little local restaurant on the outskirts of OJ that was busy doing the 100 mile menu thing, un-surprisingly called “Totally Local” this was all fine by me as the most important piece of this activity was that it was enough to get us out of the house & to spend some tinme t

Local Beer & Wines too - off the menu for our lunch as I don't like to drink & ride!

 

We even saw a punter on a Royal Enfield put past; we did the "fellow biker wave" to each other & all was good with the world!

I haope that the Enfields-man was enjoying the weather, as, in typical OJ style, “brisk” possibly “Bracing”, but enjoyable… probably closer to the Royal Enfields traditional home of England, as opposed to it's real home of "the Sub-Continent"...

 

We went the other way & I beat the Child Bride to the mail box on the way home (just to show the world that my 150cc’s of awesomeness may not be a Raj built Rocker Rocket, or a Tuff Hog, but it is still just about one of the coolest rides in OJ… Small pond though it is!)

 

Yep, the Silver Surfer for all his Italian fickleness was still the first!

The Little Haouse still looks like some sort of Biker lifestyle statement at times!



So Mote It Be

Leigh 

 

Seat Update

So, the Cub’s seat…

It was, after all, the first piece that was started in earnest after stripping the Cub & I had sent it to the Auto Upholsterers to be made better again…

So what has happened since this monumental commitment? … Well I’m glad you asked!

I had called by just before Easter; I was rather guilt ridden over this visit, as, due to the sale of the Auld House, I thought that had stiffed a decent bloke as I reckoned it was safer to keep the seat at the shop, that to damage it in the move.

Thus I rather sheepishly went into his workshop (when my car was having its yearly rego check 1 door down). I was really worried; I had last spoken to him a month a half before I moved from the Auld House.

Davo had been ticking away slowly & steadily on it… & was rather apologetic that he hadn’t completed the work yet

I suppose the truth of the matter is that, as with his sign, Garry is rather Old School when it comes to work, if someone says, “it’s a low priority job” he doesn’t worry too much about the delivery date; rather he shifts priorities to the guys that are crying out for the jobs to be done.

Cool!

Thus, when I said “Nah, the bike isn’t even painted yet”, he was visibly relieved that he had remembered correctly… the relief was palpable!

Seat meet some Nylons...

Anyway, the seat was on the bench (& underneath some rope, so I know that Davo had been working on it… it looked like it had been in a bizarre bondage session (for motorcycle seats that is)

OK, so I can hear some out there in the Net saying about how important it is to be on time when a commitment is made, but hey, I don’t roll that way! And neither does Davo; have a look at his shops sign…

If you ring this number, put "63" infront of it...& note there is NO mobile number listed either!

…OLD SCHOOL! The Phone number is only 15 years out of date!

In much the same way that the Cub itself is 40 years out of date!

Read timeless; Cary Grant - You know, incredibly cool & timeless!

The Love Cub, Cary Grant & My Auto-Upholsterers; I’ll wager that you’d never think that you’d read them in the one sentence!

So Mote it Be!

Leigh

Alt Girl...

So, we (in this case the “we” was the boys at work) were standing around drinking our morning coffee, & mulling over the implications of whatit was that the particular boof heads of whatever popular sport had done over the weekend & Complaining about how sport wasn’t like it was when we were kids… Nostalgia, it ain’t what it used to be!

Usually I do silly things after alcohol, not a sensible coffee...

Thus we decided that we wanted a clean sport that was sporty in all the appropriate sprortyness… thus, after my watching of the Doco “This is Roller Derby” on a flight to a friend’s wedding, we decided that Roller Deby it was!

Thus "we" decided to Google this fantastic sport. After or extensive research, we decided on the following:

1.      Our respective home towns had Roller Derby leagues (Tick)

2.      There were a rather lot of attractive female participants (Tick)

3.      The Sport had a rather Alt-SteamPunk – burlesque cool vibe going on (Tick)

4.      It was fast (Tick)

5.      It was contact (Tick)

6.      A lot of the participants were tattooed (Tick for Mike the Kiwi Geo, although, I am not too sure on this point)

7.      Fishnets seemed to be very popular (Tick)

8.   It was REAL sport!!!! (TIK, TIK TEKETTY TIK!)

We were sold! Instantly

So now what? We promptly forgot about our stupidity & went back to work!

At home, a casual comment from the Child Bride about needing some active wear (meaning running clothes etc) was also immediately forgotten… until, when again we were gossiping over another coffee talking important manly things at work

The penny dropped: I will buy some Roller wear for the Child Bride!

It was a perfect fit; Retro yet modern, comfortable yet wearable to the beach or to snooze in at night… How good is this idea? Well, most of my ideas ARE terrible to be entirely honest… well the truth hurts doesn’t it!

Warning, This is where I am bordering on some un-paid product placement/product endorsement…

Anyway, after a rather inspired session on the internet I Googled something like “Roller Derby Wear” & I ended up at the following:

https://www.facebook.com/hellcatclothing

AND

http://www.etsy.com/shop/hellcatclothing

Thus lead to the weirdest series of e-mails I think I’ve ever sent … fortunately, the rather unusually named “GoGo Fiasco” (or Helen to her friends) was rather patient & helpful with me. From a male point of view, Ordering clothes for your wife is quite confronting (I am sure the guys out there will sympathise with me on this!) That being said, GoGo was rather helpful to e-mail size suggestions that made sense!

Just so you know how worried I was, I actually said that I’d rather not sneak around & take measure the child bride when she was asleep, which, despite the creepiness of that suggestion, GoGo was still able to provide a good size suggestion for my purchase.

So after a bit of “over the web payment options” I had ordered some Alternative Cool Active Wear for the loverly Child Bride… now I conveniently left the Home for work & awaited the results of my silliness, unfortunately, I would be away when the present popped up…

Thus the laugh was set in motion!

So, Wednesday night when I rang home, the silly boys where cackling away at this surprise package for mum; the red star & the lucky clover designs caused much hilarity. Instant hit!

The Child Bride was suffering from much consternation as to the origins of the package – then when I burst out laughing about the situation & explained that I thought it would be good active wear & I purchased it as a surprise for her she was much relieved! YAY, I will live to blog another day!

So would I buy from Hellcat again; Heck Yeah, any time & great service, BUT, it seems that they do tend to cater for attractive women, not for men who (to be blunt) resemble giant pinkish advocados

Anyway, that was a rather long & winding story that had not very much to do with scooting; but, I have decided to attend the next bout of the Orange Roller Derby (work & other commitments aside) as I think it fits with the Vibe of the Scootin’ I like Doin’… hopefully I can take the Silly boys & Alissa the sensible to this event; if not, I’ll Vespa there!

https://www.facebook.com/OrangeRollerDerbyLeague

Watch this space!

So Mote it Be

Leigh

Sorry to disapoint, but there was no way the Child Bride was going to allow me to post a pick of her in the Spiffy roller pants!