Silver Machine

[Wirefox]

Apparently Hawkwind's Silver Machine was about riding a silver push bike whilst stoned. Well I don't ride this whilst stoned thats for sure. But I sort of understand the sentiment. I have worn out 2 bikes in 3 years so I thought it high time to recycle my old Giant Rincon - complete new chainset, cassette, chain and brakes - for commuting. It does ride like a dream at present and I have vowed to look after it a bit better this time. I was taking some shots for insurance purposes....and well it is easy to get carried away with these things

[Donald]

Apparently Hawkwind's Silver Machine was about riding a silver push bike whilst stoned.

Never knew that .... but I've led a very sheltered life!

I'll take any of them. Your normal amazingly innovative work.

[ilovelucydog]

I'm glad to hear you don't ride stoned. I asked Tye, my 18 yr old, if he rides stoned and thankfully he said no. He just got back from a 77 mile ride. He's a cyclist.

All three are great. I prefer the BW but the colors are fantastic as well. Tye would love something like that of his 'stuff' on the wall. Maybe you could pop over and do a custom order?

[Wirefox]

Thanks, Lucy and Donald. I must admit that whilst i have never ridden stoned I did ride drunk a few times in my youth. I remember getting plastered at a lunchtime Christmas do at work many many years ago. I decided to ride home but every time I tried to get on one side I immediately fell over the opposite side. After a few goes and some pretty muddy work clothes I decide to push it - the problem there is that wheels and staggering do not mix. My cycling gear in those days consisted of skin tight cords, winkle pickers and knee length leather jacket. Cycle helmets and lycra were all the rage in slightly avant garde clubs in side streets of Manchester but not on the open roads. Got home filthy and way too late to take WireVixen out courting...but she would forgive me anything in those days - even the winkle pickers. Still not as bad as a mate of mine who got stopped by the Police when he thought it would make good sense to ride a bike whilst wearing nothing but a dust bin lid and a yard brush - muttering something about dragon slayers. I blame it on the 6 pints of Theakson Old Peculiar. The Police had a good laugh and escorted him back to the pub...his clothes and another 2 pints. These type of events were quite common on our climbing weekends

[Donald]

Thanks, Lucy and Donald.

Could someone tell him that Lucy is actually the dog!

We'll need to start a thread on the subject of doing silly things whilst 'tired and emotional' - Like leaving the works end-of-year party and being taken home to one's lodgings by one's parents and proceeding to pack one of the drawers of the chest of drawers believing it to be one's suitcase ... and carrying out it downstairs in order to go home. But that's another story!

[Katy Noelle]

#3 is awfully fun!

[Wirefox]

Could someone tell him that Lucy is actually the dog!

My humble apologies Mary

Like leaving the works end-of-year party and being taken home to one's lodgings by one's parents and proceeding to pack one of the drawers of the chest of drawers believing it to be one's suitcase ... and carrying out it downstairs in order to go home. But that's another story!

I can relate to that!

#3 is awfully fun!

Thanks Katy. That's my pick of the 3 too....or is it too 3

[ilovelucydog]

Thanks, Lucy and Donald. I must admit that whilst i have never ridden stoned I did ride drunk a few times in my youth. I remember getting plastered at a lunchtime Christmas do at work many many years ago. I decided to ride home but every time I tried to get on one side I immediately fell over the opposite side. After a few goes and some pretty muddy work clothes I decide to push it - the problem there is that wheels and staggering do not mix. My cycling gear in those days consisted of skin tight cords, winkle pickers and knee length leather jacket. Cycle helmets and lycra were all the rage in slightly avant garde clubs in side streets of Manchester but not on the open roads. Got home filthy and way too late to take WireVixen out courting...but she would forgive me anything in those days - even the winkle pickers. Still not as bad as a mate of mine who got stopped by the Police when he thought it would make good sense to ride a bike whilst wearing nothing but a dust bin lid and a yard brush - muttering something about dragon slayers. I blame it on the 6 pints of Theakson Old Peculiar. The Police had a good laugh and escorted him back to the pub...his clothes and another 2 pints. These type of events were quite common on our climbing weekends

Oh. My. Gosh. I'm laughing, Lucy (the dog) is looking at me like I'm nuts. Thanks for the vivid pictures in my head, Steve.

[ilovelucydog]

My humble apologies Mary



I can relate to that!


Thanks Katy. That's my pick of the 3 too....or is it too 3

Humble apology accepted, Steve. I answer to Lucy quite frequently. My license plate says 'Lucy & Me' and people always think I'm Lucy and holler out, 'Lucy' thinking that's my name. So... Mary, Lucy... I'll answer either way.