The shiniest trike in the South East.
So, as I said earlier, I used to live in a biker's chapter house. One of the guys was a fanatical biker but couldn't ride safely as he'd taken a bullet to the thigh in Goose Green.
Being a lully bunch of chappies we decided to make him a trike from scratch from beetle parts and whatever we could get out hands on.

About this time there was a huge marijuana shortage and some of the guys thought it'd be a good idea to travel to a 'contact' in Reading and pick up five ounces and make a tidy profit.

Obviously I had nothing to do with thing as this would have been highly illegal. They, not me, get back and the guy they, not me, bought it off was so wasted they, not me, got about eight ounces not five.

Now this being obviously a master plan every other bugger had the same idea. They, not me, now had eight ounces of mind bending hashish and no one wants to buy it.

Anyway back to the trike. We start sorting through all the parts of greasy, rusty parts and start cleaning them up with T-cut.

Back to the eight six ounces of hash. We've only cleaned up some of the parts but boy, are they shiny!

Obviously as we weren't going to shift any of the gear we're smoking the evidence and the cyclic, repetitive motions of cleaning up the parts are just what you want when stoned. They go from rusty to blackish, from blackish to clean, from clean to shiny, from shiny to super shiny, from super shiny to dazzling and from dazzling to divine, godly brilliance.

There were only four currently in residence at the time and within a month we get through all eight ounces and make a trike so shiny it probably blinded the oncoming traffic.

Still to this day hearing any songs from Jagged Little Pill reminds me of these times and the beautifully hot, sunny Summer we had that year.
( riverghost servicing your mum since, Tue 3 Mar 2009, 13:23, 2 replies)

Haha :D
Another amusing story Sir. Sounds like you had quite the time of it in these various houses, with what mostly seem to be fairly sounds housemates.
( LemonEntryMyDearWatson This time, Moriarty, the hand is on the other foot, Tue 3 Mar 2009, 13:47, closed)

i am chucklin like a goon
at the mental image of a big bunch of hairy-arsed bikers sitting about on a patio stoned off their minds, polishing small metal pieces and singing along ot 'ironic'
(UppityDamnPrimate LET'S OPEN THIS F*CKING PIT UP, Tue 3 Mar 2009, 21:53, closed)