If I’ve had one in the past I can’t remember having done so. I have heard dismissive remarks such as ‘can be strong tasted’ or ‘are an acquired taste’ but I was gifted these bonnie eggs as a welcome to our new home in the country, so I felt duty bound to do something with them.
Having first hard boiled the eggs, I found it easy to break them out of their shells before mashing them in Mayo with salt and pepper.
Served on toast with a splodge of Cranberry & Port Sauce I happened to find in the fridge, probably from Christmas ’22, or even Xmas’s past but there was no fur on it and formed the icing on the cake at a breakfast fit for a King 🥴😋👍
I’ve had over one hundred bikes go through my hands in the past sixty odd years —
From my first road bike – an all alloy Velocette 350 MAC similar to this one at the age of seventeen. I remember my first mod – I turned the handlebars upside down so I could crouch over the tank like my hero Bob Mac and scraped the pegs on every bend —
This was probably my best one – bought from Neil Tuxworth – for many years the head of racing at Honda UK. She pushed out 76bhp and had been raced by works riders Hizzie – Foggy – Phil McCallen and as the Magic Wheels Honda in 1992 she won the British Supersport Championship under Mike ‘Spike’ Edwards. During my ownership the wee bike had wins and podiums at the 1993 NW200 and British 400 Supersport Series in the hands of that very capable and successful rider – Ian Simpson. Hell – even I had the temerity to race her at our local Knockhill circuit here in Scotland. A truly wonderful wee bike – the last I heard of her she had been totally rebuilt – including that jewel of a Tony Scott tuned motor and is now tucked up warm in a collector’s stable somewhere near the Skerries Road Race Circuit north of Dublin. If ever a bike deserved a peaceful retirement it was that one —
I also had one of these along the way – a 936cc Corsa – when I spent the payout from my first thirty years of marriage buying David Jeffries’ Ducati ensemble from his dad Tony at the end of the 1994 BSB season. The package included more lightweight wheels and race fairings than you could shake a stick at – with one good engine in the bike plus the second motor that turned out to be in a thousand pieces in a box under a bench over at ex Honda Uk – Doug Holtoms’ workshop in Preston. I did get one race meeting out of her and that was a ‘biggie’ – when a young Neil Hodgson rode her to a couple of fine results at the 1995 Daytona 200 —
Many of the bikes I have owned have figured on these threads and that brings me to my current steed – a pretty little gutless wonder from Royal Enfield. The 350cc may be short of poke but she corners well enough here on my favourite roads to still give me that buzz I look for every time I swing my leg over a bike —
Bikes have been in my blood ever since I rode my grandfather’s girder forked pre-war Ariel on farm roads as a schoolboy and long may they continue 👍
Back in 2006 during cutbacks where I worked – I got the chance to retire a year early due to my dicky knee which was giving trouble even way back then —
When I left I was awarded a few quid more than I had expected and with winter fast approaching I got the notion to spend my windfall and head somewhere warm. That’s when I spotted this beauty on American eBay for sale over in balmy Florida —
Thought I had it in the bag – you know how it is – I was already dreaming of touring round the Gulf of Mexico and following the coast from Texas down into Mexico proper – taking in the sights —
but with my luck I was more likely to end up with this fella —
Yuk – my luck ran out before I even started – I came down to earth with a bump when I found I had been outbid for that gorgeous red and white GS on American eBay —
The seller knew I had been well and truly trumped at the last minute and emailed me to say there was another fully loaded RED GS for sale on American eBay and I might be interested in that one —
I was interested alright and put in the winning bid but what happened next was a long story – suffice to say this is that Red GS home on my patch – on the Berwyn Mountains in Mid- Wales —
Things hadn’t gone to plan but I eventually shipped the GS home and put the whole experience down as being part of life’s grand tapestry.
I might tell it on here sometime but I warn you now – there were no naked ladies involved in it — 🤠