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  • Birthday 10/07/1962

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    2000 V11 sport
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  1. Aye, that's the man his own self. I'll let him know that he's missed.
  2. I've sent this to our man Dave in Belfast but I doubt he'll take this bait. Man seems to be quite fond of his 1200.
  3. Do you have prices for each item?
  4. The creator is a fellow named Jacopo Tarquini from Grosseto Italy. He won't be making more. The lowers are from a LeMans fairing. The "windshield' is for a Laverda SFC. I've decided that I like it. I'd like to see it in person to get a better idea of the proportions. Checking temps would be interesting.
  5. I think that it's a modification of an existing fairing: https://www.facebook.com/jacops3/media_set?set=a.597548490295559&type=3
  6. You've probably all seen this already. It came up on the FB group. Almost reminds me of a Bol d'or bike. https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=3235658873151161&set=pcb.3235660023151046&type=3&theater&ifg=1
  7. I do think the stretching machine will help, John. Remember, no bouncing. Long term, low load works. Stretch and hold it for 30 to 60 seconds. Stretch too aggressively and you will actually lose range of motion. My girlfriend is a yoga devotee and tells me that instructors can and do tailor exercises to folks who need gentler stretches. I've even seen "Beer yoga" classes. As a good PT (They're out there just not common) told me: "movement cures all ills". That can be modified to stretching cures a hell of a lot of ills in us old fucks. I'm the king of the "do as I say, not as I do" club. I used to limit rides on the V11 Sport to 500 miles. Nowadays, that's down to 150 or less.
  8. That suggests that you need some bloodwork, John. Muscles don't get stronger and weaker on random days; however, spotty levels of "fuels" such as vitamins, etc, can cause spotty performance, pain, and stiffness. As for leg exercises, strength isn't your problem. I'd bet my house that your calves, hip flexors, and extensors are tight. Don't worry, that describes almost every man in the world over the age of 30. Physical therapy or gentle yoga will fix you up. Personally, after working with PTs for 30 years, I'd try yoga first.
  9. He was also instrumental in developing a rescue boat for the navy. Sorry, I'm a Lawrence geek. And I've wondered what modern bike Lawrence might ride. The V11 always comes to mind. I wonder if he would have a non-Brit machine? I think I've chickened out at about 125 mph on the V11. Speedo wobbles so much that it's hard to tell.
  10. I'll take the third. Either carbon or otherwise.
  11. Stirling Moss passes away at 90 with his wife at his side. The account of his Miglia Mille win is epic and made me a fan. Arguably Moss' greatest drive was with Jenks beside him. This is well worth a read. https://www.motorsportmagazine.com/archive/article/june-1955/14/moss-mille-miglia On May 1st motor-racing history was made, for Stirling Moss won the 1,000-mile Mile Miglia, the first time in twenty-two years that this has been achieved by a British driver, and I had the very great privilege of sitting beside him throughout this epic drive. ------------------ Neubauer was ever present at the start, warning Moss to give the car plenty of throttle as he left the starting ramp, for Herrmann had nearly fluffed his take-off; he also assured us that we could take the dip at the bottom of the ramp without worrying about grounding. The mechanics had warmed the engine and they pushed it up onto the starting platform to avoid unnecessary strain on the single-plate clutch, one of the weak points of the 300SLR. The route-card which we had to get stamped at the various controls round the course was securely attached to a board and already fitted in its special holder, the board being attached by a cord to one of my grab-rails, to avoid losing it in the excitement of any emergency. We both settled down in our seats, Moss put his goggles on, I showed him a note at the top of my roller device, warning him not to apply the brakes fiercely on the first corner, for the bi-metal drums needed a gentle application to warm them after standing for two days. ------------------------ With a scream of “Castellotti!” Moss accelerated hard round the next corner and we twisted our way through the streets of Ravenna, nearly collecting an archway in the process, and then out on the fast winding road to Forli. Our time to Ravenna had been well above the old record but Castellotti had got there before us and we had no idea how Taruffi and the others behind us were doing. Now Moss continued the pace with renewed vigour and we went through Forli, waving to the garage that salvaged the SL we crashed in practice, down the fast winding road to Rimini, with another wave to the Alfa-Romeo service station that looked after the SLR that broke its engine. I couldn’t help thinking that we had certainly left our mark round the course during practice. Ever since leaving the start we had had the rising sun shining in our eyes and, now, with the continual effects of sideways “G” on my body, my poor stomach was beginning to suffer and, together with the heat from the gearbox by my left buttock, the engine fumes, and the nauseating brake-lining smells from the inboard-mounted brakes, it cried “enough” and what little breakfast I had eaten went overboard, together with my spectacles, for I made the fatal mistake of turning my head sideways at 150 m.p.h. with my goggles lowered. Fortunately, I had a spare pair, and there was no time to worry about a protesting stomach, for we were approaching Pesaro, where there was a sharp right corner. ------------------------ On the next bend we saw a silver Mercédès-Benz, number 701, well off the road among the trees and badly wrecked. We knew it was Kling and exchanged long faces with each other, wondering how badly hurt he was. . .
  12. I never know what to say at times like this. Good luck, Paul. I'm looking forward to seeing you back here soon. John
  13. Damn. I hope he's OK. We are hunkered down here in Pennsylvania, USA. Working on the garden and I hope to build a workbench in the garage. If the rain ever stops, I'll get the bikes washed and do some maintenance. My girlfriend has asthma and I've recently had a bout of neutropenia so we're both trying to be quite careful. We've been exercising daily and I've given up beer for liquor in an effort to lose weight. I'm down to my last jar of genuine West Virginia moonshine though so I'll have to make it last.
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