A Couple of Photos

Here's a couple of photos (well three to be exact) that I've been meaning to add to the blog for some time. Firstly there's one of Loz looking like a bit of a rock star, be it an ageing one but a rock star none the less. I asked Mel to take a look at the photo (because he knows a thing or two about this sort of thing) and tell me if he thought Loz did in fact look like a rock star. He took a look at the picture, paused for a few moments then said; "Yes, Status Quo". I'm not sure that's a good or a bad thing.



The next picture is of Gaz's garage.... a bit rock and roll in its own right. It's a man's garage, a garage full of boys toys, a garage equipt to put a spaceship on the moon. Or on the day I took the photo, a garage equipt to make emergency repairs to my boat trailer.



And last but by no means least I give you a preview of Bob's Turner Prize entry. Fuelled by alcohol, I lot of thought and reasoning went into this latest creation. It's titled "Tobacco Tree" and if you look closely the reason becomes obvious. The piece of art is a thought provoking masterpiece touching on several key political issues, not least the escalating growth rate of taxes on tobacco and the controversial decision to ban smoking from public places. Bob prides himself on using biodegradable items for his artwork. This years winner of the Turner Prize will be revealed on the 3rd December and I'd like to wish Bob the very best of luck in the competition.

Ace Cafe London

(Written by Loz)

Saturday evening whilst watching the England v France rugby world cup semi final I had one of those mad hair brained ideas that I should go and visit one of motorcyclings iconic landmarks, the Ace Cafe.



The cafe was popular in the 50's and 60's with bikers and today the theme of the cafe still keeps its roots. The cafe is situated on the old north circular route in London......... Oh dear, this will be interesting! As it turned out it was really easy to find but the journey down was just mind numbingly boring (M1) all the way to the end.

The Ace Cafe has its own website and on there you will find directions and a very full calender of events. Sunday is a general bike meet day, but this week there was the addition of a Vincent and Vellocette meeting.


Check out the reg number on the front mud guard....... I want it!


A cracking Norvin (Norton frame/Vincent engine)


A lovely Vincent

Wroxeter Roman City

I woke up last Friday morning to glorious blue skies and decided a bike ride was the order of the day. All I had to do was rush into work, resolve a few issues and then I was free for the day. On the way into work I called Matt up to see if he fancied tagging along for the jangle. The phone rang and rang and rang and rang. I was just about to give up when what sounded like a frog answered the phone. The conversation sort of went a bit like this:

Me: Weyheyyy, morning mate.

Matt the croaky frog: Ohhhhh I feel sooooo bad. What time is it?

Me: It's 9.15 you bone idle lazy..........

Matt the croaky frog: Ohhhhh I was sooooo drunk last night (then a brief croak about wine, beer, spirits and vintage port).

Me: Yes well very good. Now sort yourself out, we're going for a jangle (or words to that effect).

Eventually it was decided we should go and see a pile of old rubble in the form of what was once the fourth largest town in Roman Britain.

Apparently (although our mate Archaeology Pete would disagree) Wroxeter was nicked off the Cornovii by the Romans and subsequently renamed Viroconium Cornoviorum. It started out as a legionary fortress and later developed into a thriving city. Today most of the city is buried deep within the soil but the Baths have been extensively excavated to reveal some fascinating ruins. It's also worth noting that there's an award winning vineyard at Wroxeter where you can take a tour and/or buy red and white wines...... Of all the rotten luck!!!


Matt at the visitors centre.


What was once the Basilica. Bathers could exercise here before entering the baths' suite. If you look closely towards both edges of the picture you can see the circular footings where great pillars once stood within the Basilica. At the top of the picture and in the photo below you can see the only remaining piece of the Basilica wall. The entrance in the middle led into the baths.








The main heated bath rooms showing the remains of the tile pillars forming part of the hypocaust.







Below are a few photos of some of the objects in the museum that have been found at Wroxeter.











Wroxeter is located 5 miles south east of Shrewsbury on the excellent biking road the B4380, which as well as having one lovely bend after another also has some gorgeous views of the rolling countryside.

At the end of our jangle and following tradition we frequented the local pub for a pint where we bumped into Gaz, who unbeknown to us had spent his Friday at Mallory park doing a track day. So there we were, Matt and I all relaxed and chilled from our cultural jangle and Gaz on a high no amount of drugs could get you too.


The left hand side of Gareth's rear tyre.


Dean's spanking new Yamaha R1.


Neil just about to take Matt's TDM out for a test flight.

Cader Idris

(Written by Neil and Loz)

After a week of “I’m so excited” texts to each other, a pair of childish schoolboys met up for a pre-jangle beer on Thursday night.

The following morning and meeting at Neil’s garage, 10am was not such a good idea given cloudy heads and even cloudier skies. The latter of which may well explain a sudden lack of MOT on Winnie.

The reason for meeting at Neil’s was to try fix No. 328 on Gaz’s SRAD before we set off……….(how about the full story Gaz ?) Needless to say fix 328 was about as successful as the other 327.

Having been convinced by Loz to load a keg / BBQ of beer on the back of the Yella, “those that can“ set off into the drizzle heading for clear blue skies, via the Ponderosa Café where Loz met with some old friends!!

He’s not happy!!!!

With the tummy rumbles removed we rolled on through Bala, Dolgellau, Twyn and onto base camp at Cader Idris (Loz was pleased to note that supplementary oxygen was not yet necessary, so dutifully “rolled one off”).

Base camp struck, its time to open the beer and a merry evening pursues before the munchies take hold again, With Rum in one hand and a virgin cooker to tame , Neil sets about concocting his first Trangia’s gourmet delight (in the traditional fashion…..cooking with Meths) Not like me who insists that gas is the way forward. As I so aptly put it “now we're cooking on gas !!”

Regular readers will be familiar with our previous culinary capers but check out this little beauty.....

Caribbean Chicken with Mediterranean vegetables.

Waking early next morning we prepare to tackle the untamed easterly ascent of Cader Idris. We're obviously in for the long haul so Loz selects his high capacity colostomy sack.

The walk up Cader Idris starts through a woodland area before climbing on large steps to a lake then up the “back wall” to the summit.

Having crested and rested Loz decided it was too far to walk back so opted for tomb stoning (Rather aptly named I thought).

I told him he wouldn’t make the lake

Time to take five whilst Loz extracts his head from the mountain.

Once back at base camp the keg is swiftly recovered from the chiller (stream behind tents) and equally as quickly is emptied, with night and cold drawing in and plenty more “instant idiot tins” to attack, our resident pyromaniac sets about creating the evenings heating before inviting the neighbours round for an evening of fine dining and sophisticated conversation.

Suitably stupor’d in the early hours, all tins, bottles and meths consumed, logs burnt out and conversation exhausted we head to bed. A later start on Sunday before heading home via the local to round off an altogether excellent jangle for “Those that can …..!!”.

The Kindness of Strangers

(Written by Neil)

Over the last year Gaz’s Suzuki SRAD 600 has been struggling with the “mother of all bike faults”. In turn it has baffled, bemused and eluded all of us. So during the last few weeks assistance has been obtained in the guise of a local bike breakers Project Bikes Ltd.

Pete of Project bikes did not know me from Adam, when I walked in a month ago and put a ridiculous proposal to him, but now that the fault is cured and all is well I would like to recommend that you all go and spend large quantities of hard earned brass with this “top geezer".

Thanks to all the staff.

Sexy New Rubber

Today Winnie is booked in for an MOT at David Ross's place so yesterday I took her over to the Two Wheel Tyre Centre on Queslett Road for some sexy new rubber.

On the way I accidentally spun the back wheel up. This became my amusement for the rest of the wet ride to the rubber shop. It was only when I was about half a mile from the garage that the back stepped out a little too much for my comfort that I decided I'd be wise to behave myself for the remainder of the journey. Although upon arrival inside the garage my rear tyre did have a lovely smell to it, unlike the one emanating from down my pants.

At £220 for a set of 020's fitted I thought it was a fair price. The friendly bunch of staff carry a good stock of tyres so are likely to have what you want, but it's worth phoning up first on 0121 357 3998 to make sure.

Burning Indian Rubber

(Written by Gaz and Cara)

Due to the severe lack of bikes this year we thought we'd finally get round to blogging our biking escapades in India. So here goes...

Last November we went to India for three weeks and while we were there hired an Enfield. It cost around £7 for one day and very conveniently was ready and waiting outside our hotel when we got up in the morning.

Our driver gives us a few tips on starting the bike.

Five minutes down the road and we've run out of petrol. It seems our £7 only includes the bike and not enough petrol to get us to the nearest petrol station (about 10 minutes away)!

One good thing about India is there are always plenty of people willing to help.

Out on the open road at last. Either Gareth has lost his nerve and is driving very slowly or the speedo doesn't work on this bike!

Bored with the main road we decide to turn off and take the scenic route. After about 10 minutes the scenic route turns a little less scenic and more like a sand track.

Gareth tries to manouver the bike out of the sand without falling over.

Back at the hotel. This is the first motorbike I have riden and I was having a lovely time until I was driven off the road by some angry men in a lorry...apparently women don't ride motorbikes...

Weapons Of Mad Delinquents

(Written by Neil)

I recently suggested to all janglers who were coherent enough to comprehend the conversation that if they sent me their old photos I would attempt to piece together a brief history of how we became the fine upstanding members of the motorcycling community that appear before you now. (Okay stop laughing and get up off the floor).

What lies ahead is a journey not on any tarmac surface but through the annals of our own archives (picture quality courtesy of Kodachrome and dusty attics). A veritable montage of rust buckets, bone shakers and death traps, but each one carving indelible memories of camping trips, breakdowns, fall downs, gravel rash, close shaves and ultimately smiles and high miles.

Don't worry Lone Ranger (Loz), this article is not pointed solely at your endeavours to cross breed a trike with the rear end of a stationary vehicle, however, who could ever forget the poor guys eyes as the twin Cibies (carbs) reared up in his rear view mirror. Hi ho silver...... awaaaay :)


Triumph T110, Yamaha RD200 and the front end of what was soon to become the above mentioned trike. (That's what happens when you go away for a weekend, leaving the kids at home with an angle grinder and an over active imagination. They render this otherwise perfectly functional motorcycle into a Tripodosaurus).


The Tripodosaurus!


Neil and Loz heading off to Snowdon. (Muggings gets to be the luggage rack).




"High speed" thrills at Donnington Moped Mayhem. We lost but hold the record for best wheelie from a Chicken Chaser!


Suzuki VX800. Toured Europe, did standing quarter mile at the Isle of Man, hit the deck down car crash lane but always a solid work horse. Owned in different guises by three of the janglers. Carries a Jangle Jangle five star rating.



Loz showing a natural flair for trials. Yamaha TY250 and 175




The one that got away. This beastie had real potential but was shelved before British Aerospace would endorse it. Probably now in a hanger alongside the TSR 2.


Honda CX500 and VX800 (Both still in circulation).


Honda VFR 400 once owned by Mike. Holds the unofficial record for fasted time from Burntwood to Crazy Daze bike bash down in Kent. Upon arrival Mike was greeted with a can of Newcastle Brown ale then promptly chucked it all back up behind a burger stall.


Suzuki Bandit 600. Another one of Mike's. Tried and tested, still missed to this day.

So there you have it, how to go from teenage mutant delinquent to adolescent adult in a few easy steps; the toys get bigger, the tales get wider and the miles keep rolling in. It only begs the question, if evolution continues along its natural path, what will we be riding in five years? Mines a Nimbus 2000, anyone for the Millennium Falcon?