Just over three months ago, I took this photo riding home from a lazy lunch in the country with Pete. Chuck Taylors and sunshine, Ray Bans and warm air. Perfect.
So don't give me that old bollocks about how you love the seasons: watching the leaves turn then drop; waking to that muffled silence that tells you the first snow has fallen; waiting for the spring flowers to push their way through frost.
I don't want seasons. I want sunshine, every day. All year round.
I had that, pretty much, in Australia. In the ten years we lived there, NSW was officially 'in drought'. Ideal in biking terms. (Obviously slightly less ideal in population sustainability terms.)
Still can't get used to the descent into four or five months of freezing, wet â€“ and soon to be snow-covered â€“ misery here.
In the new issue we finally have a feature on the funkiest flathead this side of the Atlantic, Boneshaker Choppers' 'Chicken Poo'. Benny will give us the lowdown on how and why this crazy 45 ended up in his hands.
Before I left Oz, I hooked up with Simon Watts at the 2009 Kustom Nationals in Victoria, Australia and took a few shots of his practical and patina'd Beesa bob-job (which he'd ridden to the show).
For one reason and another I never got it together to get it into print, so here it is... better late than never.
Mr Watts is a highly talented individual who turns his hand from writing ads (how I first met him) to pinstriping, building cars and bikes, painting and now tattooing. Sorry about the delay in airing these mate; see you soon!