BRISTOL BIKE SHOW.
Note the CX engine on the table cut in half for show purposes.
PLEASE CLICK ON IMAGES TO APPRECIATE THE CONDITION OF THESE BIKES.
Above. On the shared stand, left to right Dave, Chris, and Dave again.
Above. The only bike that ever tempted me to go away from Honda, was the lovely Suzuki 750 cc 3 cylinder, water cooled bike, luckily I resisted the temptation.
Above. One more of the nice four cylinder Honda's, not that I'm biased of course.
Above. probably the most eye catching, best prepared bike at the show, was this lovely 500 cc Triton (Triumph 500 engine, Norton featherbed frame). These were very popular in the 60s and 70s.
Above. This lovely four cylinder Honda, won best Japanese bike in the Show.
Above, Phil Read 1960-70s Motor cycle road race ace seen here with one of his Beautifully turned out 3 cylinder MV Augusta's. Although we met him several times in the paddock back in the good old days, I hadn't remembered what a nice bloke to talk to he is.
This is one of Phils race winning MV Augusta's. He was the only road race world champion to have ridden works bikes for all four major Japanese road race teams, He went on to win 8 world Championships and notched up over a 150 grand Prix wins during his career.
JOKE OF THE DAY.
Pecans in the Cemetery
On the outskirts of a small town, there was a big, old walnut tree just
inside the cemetery fence. One day, two boys filled up a bucketful of
nuts and sat down by the tree, out of sight, and began dividing the
nuts. "One for you, one for me. One for you, one for me," said one boy.
Several dropped and rolled down toward the fence.
Another boy came riding along the road on his bicycle. As he passed, he
thought he heard voices from inside the cemetery. He slowed down to
investigate. Sure enough, he heard, "One for you, one for me.
One for you one for me." He just knew what it was. He jumped back on
his bike and rode off. Just around the bend he met an old man with a
cane, hobbling along.
"Come here quick," said the boy, "you won't believe what I heard!
Satan and the Lord are down at the cemetery dividing up the souls!"
The man said, "Beat it kid, can't you see it's hard for me to walk?"
When the boy insisted though, the man hobbled to the cemetery.
Standing by the fence they heard, "One for you, one for me. One for you,
one for me..."
The old man whispered, "Boy, you've been tellin' the truth.
Let's see if we can see the Lord." Shaking with fear, they peered
through the fence, yet were still unable to see anything.
The old man and the boy gripped the wrought iron bars of the Fence
tighter and tighter as they tried to get a glimpse of the Lord.
At last they heard, "One for you, one for me. That's all. Now let's go
get those nuts by the fence and we'll be done."
They say the old man made it back to town a full 5 minutes ahead of the
boy on the bike!