In the beginning there was the word

Beginning with a statement and quote

Quote first:

 The association of motorcycles with LSD is no accident of publicity. They are both a means to an end, to the place of definitions.

Hunter. S. Thompson

Statement:

You'll read a lot on here that may not be true, a lot that is true, a lot that's speculation, some of it will piss you off, some of it might be entertaining.

Know one thing from the start

If you like it that's great

If you don't, well don't let the door hit you in the arse as you leave, I'm not interested in getting into a pointless debate about how crap what you read here is, if you can do better write something and send me it I might publish it here and then you can be a part of the shit show

So, why that quote?

Many years ago I lived in a run down house that had an access road around the rear to get to where I had a workshop.

The yard around it was protected by a pair of sturdy wooden gates made out of the sides of an old shipping container.

It was summer and had been a stifling hot day so, after work I'd gone for a ride to get some air circulating and blow the fug out of my battered brain.

I got back as the sun started to dip towards the horizon and the heat was starting to drain out of the tar of the road and brick walls bordering the neighbouring properties.

I rode up the broken surfaced access, the boom of the exhaust bouncing back at me.

I stopped and killed the engine and sat for a moment in the sudden silence, just the ticking of the cooling engine like a clock breaking the quite.

Kick the stand down and do the putting away hassle.

That's when I saw it stuck to the gates.

That Hunter S Thompson quote pasted on the gate above the padlock clearly meant to be seen by me

I frowned and looked up and down the alley but there was no one around.

I never found out who put the quote there but it's mine and that's why that quote is here.

It's here because, if you've experienced something like this moment yourself ,then you too are a part of the great cosmic weirdness that runs like a glittering thread through the lives of those who choose to see it through the sidelong glance and the half seen flash in the corner of your eye.