Wednesday, 19 December 2007

Santa's Grotto


Oh, the seasonal joy of a well organised 'shop. Can't fit everything in one pic so herewith only 8 internal combustion engines. Out of shot, on and around the bench are another 5. There are two Howard rotovators in the corner there, a 350 with a 5hp Kohler and, for'd of that, a Gem with the lovely Hatz diesel, the latter started first swing after 13 years of slumber ! In the background is the old slappy 3 main 2 1/4 series 2A motor, the Wheelhorse has a 13hp Kohler and in the series is the replacement 5 main ex series 3 motor. 4 cylinder International BD154 motor in the 434 and I nearly missed the Briggs & Stratton in the Mountfield, Komatsu stroker in the strimmer, behind the Series bonnet is another B&S for a go-kart project. The photocopier's electric and the bent filing cabinet is ex the A43 incident witnessed by Lord Ashley. Ho Ho Ho

7 comments:

Toby Savage said...

What? No Trojan Mini Motor on the bicycle? Abrasive little drive wheel wearing the back tyre out on a long climb.

Peter Ashley said...

Toby have you got two Cyclemasters? We could hum over to Diplo's on them. Actually I think I'd sooner be tucked-up in the Series One.

Ron Combo said...

I'd sooner be tucked up in the pub and watch you two put-put past, freezing your bollocks off.

Toby Savage said...

Down to one. The butcher's delivery bike. Sold the other one to a mate on the condition that I could have it back when he lost interest. I rather miss it. Lovely pre war BSA frame with 26x1.5 tyres. It was the one used on the memorable 'Wellsie drinks 100 shots of Tobasco in his Bloody Mary to win a bet' session at The Crown, Tur Langton in 1895.

Diplomat said...

TABASCO

Toby Savage said...

Beg your pardon Diplo. Never written the word before. Certainly would not try 100 shots. He went very quiet......

Peter Ashley said...

That reminds me. The TABasco Poisoning Tour ended up in Stonton Wyville churchyard, and Ron Combo swears to this day that he found a gravestone dedicated to two farmworkers blown up by an exploding traction engine. Didn't tell us until we were in the next pub of course, and I've spent the intervening years trying to find it. Come on Ron, fess-up.