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| Last Month (June 08)
July 08
I've started putting this year Cassington
pages & photo's together, so far you have:
More of the Cassington photo's are up and running now a page for
one of the AJS, a Velocette,
four BSA's; rocket, rocket3,
Thunderbolt
and one I don't have a model
for yet, I went through my library trying to find out which, I have photo's
that look similar to it, but the casings on the barrel ain't the same.
Like some bike owners have received a fine for forgetting to send
off a sorn (the bikes broke down five years ago and I can't afford to get
it home let alone fix it) basicly I was fined for having a bad memory,
but it made me do some thinking, I have been told that they can crush your
bike if your not taxed, even if you have it garaged or on your own (or
someone elses private property as this bike is) premesis, and there is
no excuse. Can Mr Rossi have his bike inpounded and the M1! crushed when
he's racing in Britain??? Are they legaly entitled to crush every moto
cross bike????
I've updated Scotland, Wales
and Northunbria with
active links, I managed to find the time between spannering a Suzuki 500
Slingshot with a carb problem (needed new spark plus too). So all counties
I've covered should have active links now.
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Si (owner, and builder of this site)
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This goes out for ALL the brothers & sisters we have lost
I saw you,
hug your purse closer to you in the grocery store
line.
But, you didn't see me,
put an extra $10.00 in the collection plate last
Sunday.
I saw you,
pull your child closer when we passed each other
on the sidewalk.
But, you didn't see me,
playing Santa at the local mall.
I saw you,
change your mind about going into the restaurant.
>But, you didn't see me,
when I took time off from work to run toys to
the homeless.
I saw you,
stare at my long hair.
But, you didn't see me,
and my friends cut ten inches off for Locks of
Love.
I saw you,
roll your eyes at our leather coats and gloves.
But, you didn't see me,
and my brothers donate our old coats and gloves
to those that had
none.
I saw you,
look in fright at my tattoos.
But, you didn't see me,
cry as my children were born and have their names
written over and
in my
heart.
I saw you,
change lanes while rushing off to go somewhere.
But, you didn't see me,
going home to be with my family.
I saw you,
complain about how loud and noisy our bikes can
be.
But, you didn't see me,
when you were changing the CD and drifted into
my lane.
I saw you,
yelling at your kids in the car.
But, you didn't see me,
pat my child's hands, knowing he was safe behind
me.
I saw you,
reading the newspaper or map as you drove down
the road.
But, you didn't see me,
squeeze my wife's leg when she told me to take
the next turn.
I saw you,
race down the road in the rain.
But, you didn't see me,
get soaked to the skin so my son could have the
car to go on his
date.
I saw you,
run the yellow light just to save a few minutes
of time.
But, you didn't see me,
trying to turn right.
I saw you,
cut me off because you needed to be in the lane
I was in.
But, you didn't see me,
leave the road.
I saw you,
waiting impatiently for my friends to pass.
But, you didn't see me.
I wasn't there.
I saw you,
go home to your family.
But, you didn't see me.
Because, I died that day you cut me off.
I was just a biker,.....
A person with friends and a family.
But, you didn't see me.
Anon.
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