I finally got around to painting my broke-ass ride. I spent a nice day on the roof of 105, stripping, sanding and masking. Then I decided to start working on my bike.
Ghetto style with the ¥100 flat black
Managed to forget to paint the forks – round 2 I guess?
After almost losing my mind trying to get the chain together Oli came round and helped out and we got that bitch back on the road. We then went and did dumb shit – as this photo obviously implies
We took a bunch of fireworks into the drain/sewer that has been our home-away-from-home lately. Before this we both managed to get singed by flying embers. I’m starting to suspect ¥99 Shop fireworks can’t be trusted. Eventually we finished up with a five attack, it was like Baghdad for 3 seconds. Brilliant
A new take on sleeping at the station – only in Japan
What a winner – At least she wasn’t dead…
I still can’t decide if these guys were or not. They were cut/bruised and torn. Yet they still looked surprisingly composed, especially the dapper fellow on the left
keen to see pics of the ride assembled and ridden.
you missed a killer midnight ride on the yarra trail.
fuck, as if you painted it!
jake