Sprinting is the purest form of motorcycle sport. Just a bike, a rider and a straight line. Held on oft bleak and lonely wartime airstrips it is an enthusiasts sport. There is something genuine and authentic in the atmosphere, no glory just the drive to ride and go fast. Machines competing are diverse in performance and style but with the singular purpose of shaving hundredths of seconds from times.
|This is what it is all about. Home fettled bikes|
running straight lines, no big egos, no bullshit.
|Triumph Trident straight liner.|
|Well used and original BSA Sloper parked up|
in the paddock.
|I saw this Nourish Triton in the bike park at the VMCC Shepton|
Autojumble the previous weekend. Now here it is with different
pipes and more extreme rearsets.
|50cc Moto Morini.|
|Triumph JAP special.|
|Henry Body. Living legend.|
And here's Henry in action.
|Tyre warming a Ducati.|
|Weslake speedway engined machine.|
|Here's how you tyre warm a Turbo 'Busa.|
|Sweet MZ ES250 Trophy in the bike park.|
|Totally unrelated but I had a nice ride home|
through Somerset countryside and spotted
this Stanley Steamer outside of a pub. How
often do you see that?
|On further examination I was pretty sure that it|
was a replica. No less stunning for it. The condition
seemed to be just too good and it has subtle
front disc brakes.