| It's a three wheeler, one wheel in front. Cushman, or someting like a Canadian "Bombadier" 3 wheeled vehicle. It's in these people's front yard. It has a headlight in front and has a roof and it's like an open golf cart chasis. It's not a bubble car but it's just as cool! I'm going to take pictures and well, I want it! It's just too cool. I see it on my way home and I am going to own it. All proper and legal, I am going to persuade them to sell it to me and when I appproach them, I will have a roll of bills in hand to temp them with. It's red and totally magical and I'm sure it's great on gas too!|
| Hi Chris,|
Could it be a Piaggio Ape (you say it arr pay)? The Ape (Italian for Bee) is the big 3 wheeled brother of the Vespa (wasp). The idea became the ancestory behind the Tuk Tuk and its descendants. Some have an engine as small as 50cc!
Matthew - three wheels on my wagon.
| I bought batteries for the digital camera today!|
It proves there are magical things still lurking in the front yards in Texas. This will more than make up for the lack of vintage bicycles. Texas is the land of the Huffy bike.
I don't know what it is yet, but it is totally awesome and I must have it.
| This reminds me of Italian street scenes in the 1970's, we didn't really see too many in England, plenty of scooters though.|
Don't forget you'll need to purchase a "parker", lots of mirrors and a compilation album by The Who !
| Reading your posts Chris.... I daresay if the object of your desire were a Guitar the diagnosis would be that you have GAS. Guitar Acquisition Sydrome. The symptoms are all there... alas... the "target" is not.|
So let's see what it is... a trike.... hmmm....
Tricycle Acquisition Disorder? TAD? Hmmm... no... doesn't sound like a serious affliction... and from the sound of this... you're serious...
Perhaps if you could post up a pic of this machine I can come up with the proper affliction for you.
;-) Meanwhile... good luck in the acquisition process.
Larry "Boneman" Bone - GAS... I have it all the time.
| I have not seen one of these ever, not this. I have seen similar stuff but this is special. I will post pictures here of it. |
|Is it a PPV?|
| Nope, not one of those. My camera bit the dust, it was not the batteries after all. I will post a pictures and provide details. |
| Hello guys,bought the B S A today,some corrosion to the ali mudguards and on the 3 speed hub is stamped 85 so presumably that is its date of manufacture.Some rust on the chrome work but not to bad.On early shift today 6 to 2 (love them,I think not!)so popped in the club on the way home for a beer or two (as you do)put a pound in the fruity and got £20 out,so that is what I offered for the bike,and was gratefully accepted!So it only cost me a quid!Know what you mean about thieving scum bags.Had a early Raleigh moped with Sturmey Archer engine stolen from my securely locked shed a few years ago, reg NS 4144,never to be seen again!SWINE!Police not even interested.Hear from you all soon.|
| Yesterday was "James Herriot's" Birthday. I'm currently about 3/4 of the way through "Dog Stories"....|
Certainly many stories of a simpler time and place...
I wholeheartedly recommend the read. He "takes you places" for sure.
We lost him in 1995 and that's very sad... but reading his books are almost like listening to him tell the tales in person.
And he dipicts Yorkshire... as a painting... with his words.
Larry "Boneman" Bone - To the dogs I've gone once again...
| Hi Larry,|
I read the whole vet series, from 'It shouldn't happen to a vet' onwards, as a teenager. I was always transported to the Dales.
If you enjoy the late Mr Herriot then I thoroughly recommend the 'Constable' series by Nicholas Rhea. North Yorkshire Moors in the 50s and 60s, from a policeman's perspective. The books became a very popular but much less evocative TV series 'Heartbeat'. The books are far better.
Nick Rhea was a police officer in the North Riding of Yorkshire and many of the tales are autobiographical.
Matthew - baht'at
| According to my wife, his real name was Arthur James White and he lived in Thirsk, North Yorkshire.|
He (family) lived down the road from my wife in the late 70's before she moved to "the smoke" (and met me) !
My wifes family had one or two horses, sheep, goats and four pet pigs...can you guess who the vet was ?
Steve - somewhere on Ilkley Moor !
| James Alfred Wight was his real name...I've just checked it !|
Well, she was just a scatter-brained young lass at the time, nothing much has changed since !
I have been told one or two old stories about him, but you would need to be sitting around the fireplace in a cosy pub on a windswept rainy North Yorkshire evening to get the full atmosphere.
Steve - it's a small world, but it didn't used to be !
| Steve get's the gold star for research. ;-) 'tis why I put Alf's pen name in quotes in my original post.|
Small world, indeed. Perhaps in many ways it is shrinking abit. I never used to have "conversations" with folke 'cross the pond, aye? Though not necessarily "proper" conversations afre the Pub Fire...
Thanks for the recommendataion Matthew. Pondering that, in way I wish may Grandfather, who passed when I was but a lad, could have written a memoir of some sort. He was a New York City policeman from 1929 to 1955. Had to be some interesting tales there.
I'll seek out that particular author for certain.
Larry "Boneman" Bone -
| The Yorkshire Dales is one of my favorite places. The Dales, apart from being one of the loveliest places on this earth (in my opinion, and I think James Herriot's as well), is the home of Theakstons ale and the Black Sheep brewery as well, and one could do a lot worse than trying one of their superb bitters.|
It's one of those places that is so lovely you almost have to pinch yourself to make sure you're really seeing it.
But stay off the moor without your hat.
Where has tha' been since I saw thee?
(Old Yorkshire proverb).
I think it would be hard work negotiating the Dales on a trade bike, or even a roadster, though! One might really need that bottom gear on the four-speed.
Remembering the green Dales fondly,
| Yes it's that time of year again and were leading up to Christmas and you know what that means....THEFT !|
We were burgled in the early hours of this morning, all the usual power tools (large and small), one bike, even my favourite wicker basket and plenty of other bits and pieces were taken.
This was a planned job, I have two wooden padlocked gates, a padlocked and booby trapped garage and still they got in without a sound being heard.
Padlocks meen nothing if a crow bar or screwdriver can be used elsewhere on your property to gain access.
These scum bags think in a different way, they even tried to come through the side of the garage wall by forcing one of the concrete sections out of place.
If your pride and joy and your wonderful tools are in there, just stop and try and think like a thief for a minute, analyse any possible weak points and do something about it NOW ! it might save you a lot of grief.
If anyone touches my garage again, there will be one heck of a noise and a light show to follow.
Steve - I'm a peaceful type of person...but I hope this trash rot in hell.
I am horrified and hurt for you.
Matthew - angry
| I am saddened to hear of your loss. Sorry that they got away with it without being heard or seen. I recently had a bike stolen myself and I know how you feel. |
| Steve -- I hope that you didn't lose one of your trade bikes. If you did, it should be easy to spot on the street. |
Burglars around here will cut a hasp or padlock with bolt cutters, as if it were made of butter. I leave a heavy metal wheelbarrow leaning against my garage door, because it is cumbersome and noisy to move. A security light attached to an inexpensive motion detector is helpful, too ... so far, anyway.
| Thanks Gents,|
I've taken the appropriate actions, these people have incredible nerve. To thwart them you have to think in a bizarre manner.
| Some newly made acquaintences of mine had seen people snooping around and they were worried about getting things stolen. The one fellow removed the pit bull's collar and let the dog loose on the property. They heard "screaming in the middle of the night, and in the morning there was a lot of blood. Just blood."|
The pit bull is a one eyed, girl dog and when they describe this dog's attitude it's like encountering Satan.
The theives certainly do take their chances. Some property owners already do, "think on a different level."
My old house was on a corner lot and two storey, and I saw her drive up and get out and go up to my back door while I was sitting at my desk overlooking the whole thing. She was not happy and quite surprised that I saw her coming.
Where you are sitting is important. Had I gotten the fellow to wire the back porch with video and audio in time we'd have sent the offenders to prison but they got away with it because I had no proof to show. You have to rememeber these things come back at you and is it worth it?
I bought a dog collar ( my dog has been dead for 20 years and I didn't have another) I handed it to the party that was hassling me and said "this belongs to my lawyer, he's off his leash and he a nasty old bulldog."
He got the scent and it was not pretty.
Later on, before I moved away. I went and sat in the $56,000.00 red Porche in the dealership and reflected. Had I never hired the lawyer and gone that route that I did, I could have had the car free and clear, cash money. Keeping a lawyer like a Pit Bull is expensive but like a Pit Bull they come in handy.
I had a fellow open his coat and flash a gun in a leather holster and grin at me with a whispered threat and that ended everyting. I'm too old, and too sensible, to get silly with firearms and had I stayed, it would have required that, or stay and be murdered in the family home. Which is what would have, occured. Some people keep two legged pit bulls and if they carry a gun it does not matter one whit if the bull weighs 400 lbs and is slow as molassis as they waddle up the driveway. I wish I had installed gate to keep folks at bay off the property. However like a thief, if they want to get you or your stuff most likely they will.
As for a different mindset. there is legal and illegal mindsets. I choose and prefer always, the legal one.
People from different parts of the world have different attitudes or mindsets. My mess and problems were reviewed, we discussed it because they had stuck their nose in and were making comments and chewing me out like a son who needed scolding and what would be done if I was their blood and his son and if it was their granddaughter instead of a strangers.
"Why do you let this happen? Why, in MY country.... We would handle it quite differently, we would do this......" And in his country, they do. What happened to me would not happen to his son, or his brother. It would not have gotten that far, and no lawyer would have been needed.
"Would you like us to handle this for you?" I shook my head and we polietly (and me firmly) declined. He shook his head at me disgusted they made comments among themselves in another language and shook their heads at me. They had seen the situation and watched the tapes. Their ways were not, and are not, my ways. and I replied that "I follow the laws" on the books. Laws that did not permit such tactics. However like I said, in their country the men handle things differently. There are pros and cons of not being that kind of a man. I may be shamed but I am free to enjoy the sunset while riding home in the back of the truck after work. There is someting to be said about flashing a gun and grinning at somebody, and the whispered threat is always more effective when combined with the flash of the opened coat. They get the message. I sure did. I ended the family's stay there after 70 years. I left.
| If everybody on the whole block and seen the thieves coming and if they were watching over you and your place all protective, like you were married to somebody's sister and you were a cousin or just a family member and if these people keep you under their wing and if you just have friends that keep their eye on you, then these people would have been caught, your things not stolen. Then again, how much privacy would you already have given up? with folks no matter how friendly and well intentioned, watching your every move. Even if you live a straightlaced lifestyle, it gets smothering living under somebody's wing or watchful eye.|
If you have to worry about your stuff all the time it's a drag and it affects your quality of life.
When I was mocked, "You set a lawyer after that me, Is that the best you can do? The answer was, Yes. All I could do. All I could think of doing. Anything else was outside my realm.
| Bought a vintage picnic basket today. It was in the basket of things they were putting out in the store tomorrow. I asked if they would sell it.|
the nman said No. It was not going to be available until 10 am tomorrow. I would have to return tomorrow. and not until tomorrow would it be available. he would not hold it for me either.
all this B.S. for a $4.00 basket. he didn't want to hear about the price of gas, or the bother I'd go thru or about how it would mess up my day that would mean my taking the day off work which I would not do. Today was play day, tomorrow was not possible. He didn't care that it meant a lot to me. I would have to come back.
Well, I was already ticked off they had no bikes!
I went over his head. with gritted teeth, I fought for it!
I asked the cashier and wanted to speak to the manager. The cleek told me "he was the manager" The short guy? I asked. No, the manager is tall, and he wears a white shirt and a tie not the short little troll I dealth with.( sorry but he was mean) Oh, thank God! The wonderful manager fellow nodded at the lady and we walked back and I got it in hand. made a beeline for the cashier and paid for it!
A minute later with tears on my face I held it as we pulled the truck out into traffic towards home.
My point is. Don't give up. Ask for the manager. be polite, respectful but firm. You go get it. Be creative. Go over their head if it gets tough. it's just a basket, or a bike, or somebody beautiful and special. Gather up your nerve.
Like a secretary you have to get around, snarky sales people are to be stepped over or around or tunnelled under. I looked up the company on the website. they are still around and this one is more complete and in better shape than the one we had.
And oh yes, I'll be back and looking for bikes. I'm in new territory and I intend to use all my skills and talents.
| I took exactly the same approach around three weeks ago with an ex-display oven that was languishing on the shop floor with a hidden dent in it.|
It's now dent-free and lives happily ever after in my kitchen !
The tricky part was attaching it securely to my wifes back in order that she could ride home safely without fear of a)getting a puncture or (b)delaying traffic due to the extreme width of the outer packaging !
Steve - Thoughtful
| Steve, |
You purveyor of pork pies! We all know your dear lady gainfully loaded the oven on to your low gravity Gundle trade bike and pedalled home at a rapid rate of knots (being unable to slow down with all that weight up front).
I can attest to the quality of this oven and Steve's dear lady's ability to produce a wonderful meal from said oven.
Steve is modest about his family's skills as hostesses. So I will sing their praises.
Matthew - I am unanimous in that
| Purveyor of Pork Pies.... Might that be "British" for...|
Snake Oil Salesman? ;-)
Larry "Bomeman" Bone - Purveyors oft frequent emporiums.....
| Pork pies; rhyming slang for untruths|
Matthew - your old china
pork pies - they can get you in a load of Barney