Sunny country lanes.

Dad and I took a couple of bikes out for a nice ride along sunny country lanes yesterday.
With no stupid cars and no distractions from the current millenium, it made for one of those time-machine trips we often stumble into with our classics.
Like the time Svitol and I took our Nortons out to lake Vico.
Yesterday, it was the Matchless and the Moto Morini "Corsarino" (the little pirate).

With its 80cc fire-breathing high-revving engine, the little Morini is quite the spirited ride!

The Matchless is doing really well, we tightened up the steering and soldered an uncooperative battery connection, but other than that it is a real pleasure to ride on a day like that.
If you're not in a hurry, and if you want something that's truly simple and strong, consider a Matchless/AJS from those years...

Awesome...

I just got these surprise photos from Peppe... he's been busy apparently!
: )

 

In the not too distant future...

...we'll be taking a closer look at this particular Commando.

Norton at the vault.

Thanks to Marco for the logo.

a better Norton

As far back as I can remember, my dad's Norton Commando (a 1972 Combat engined Interstate) has always been my favourite motorcycle in the world. My Fastback was a frame-up restoration, with the idea of turning it into as good a motorcycle as it could possibly be and tailored to my taste.
I never had clip-ons on any other motorcycle when I was growing up, and I always loved the look of them. So I didn't even think about practical implications when the time came to choose handlebars and went with clip-ons. At first I thought it would have been a matter of just getting used to them, and to a certain extent I have. I have done thousands of miles on my Norton, been up to Switzerland a couple of times, rallies up and down the country, weekends, day trips... I have used my motorcycle. But try as I might, clip-ons just aren't for me. It's not a question of comfort, it's a question of weight distribution and cornering. It just doesn't work for me and I'm sick of feeling like my pride and joy isn't as good as it could be, just because of a detail. It's an important detail, but that's all it is. It's time to stop letting it hold me back, and if sacrifying a small part of the looks means finally being able to enjoy this thing and getting the most out of it, so be it. I'm not saying I'll go for a major retooling of my motorcycle, but it's time to improve what is already a tremendous machine. There are a few things on the way, now is not the time to tell you exactly what, and I don't know how long it may take, but I'm confident that by the time I'm done, it will be a better Norton.

Another great ride.

I went out to the hills S/E of Rome to see my folks yesterday, it was my dad's birthday too!
Another crisp winter day and the Norton answered the call again: oh what fun it is to ride on a 60-horse rocket! At 3.500 rpm the engine feels like it's barely doing any work, but in top gear you're already at the legal speed limit. Now, let's say you accelerate like you mean bizness through second and third, and really unleash the camshaft's potential up to 6.000 rpm... you had better be ready bro, or this thing will take off. 5.000 rpm and up is only possible in top gear if there is nothing in front of you for a long way ahead. So, it is fun in a thrill-seeking adrenaline junkie sorta way. But the way the engine (specifically the head) is set up right now means you just can't use it in regular riding conditions, which is a bit of a shame because it really is a great bike. And a beautiful one at that.

Kitty was not impressed...

the Matchless, waiting for a nice sunny day and a leisurely stroll in the countryside,

the mighty Interstate, currently not at the top of its game but it's probably just a question of checking carbs, cables, maybe HT leads...

Happy Doomsday everybody!

What are you doing for today's Mayan apocalypse?
Whatever you get up to, have fun! and then tell me all about it tomorrow!

A Christmas lunch.

Last Sunday I went out to our British bike club Christmas lunch, just outside of Rome, and it was a nice occasion to let the Norton stretch its legs. All it needed were a few spark plugs and as much open road as possible: the way the cylinder head is ported means you really need a WFO approach to riding that thing if you don't want the engine to choke up and sputter. Oh, what's WFO you ask? Wide Fu**ing Open.

In other news,

here are some more bits and pieces from the Dominator.
We refreshed the rocker spindles' locking plates. New gaskets, new plates:

I took just a sliver off the rear mudguard as it was still a bit too close to the swingarm, then rubber-mounted the whole thing and fitted the seat.

It's gettin' there.

Have you hugged your Norton today?

Some assembly required.

Peppe passed by the garage with his van, we loaded up the rolling chassis and a few other bits, and took it all back to his workshop.
In the next couple of days the engine is going back into the frame, the wiring loom is being reconnected and the oil tank plumbed back in. The latter has been modified, so the return line is now a free-flowing pipe back into the tank, and we'll be monitoring it closely when we fire it up....again.

Again.

You're gonna hear me say the word "again" a lot.
From the moment we took the engine apart again to the day I take the Rising Star out for a test ride again.
For now, the engine is ready. Again.