Post Two. Tuesday Special

Now, I know that I said I was only going to post on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, but there is nothing wrong with going above and beyond the self inflicted call of duty right? I'll tell you, it is, especially regarding things like this.

Anyways...

I was on Facebook last night, lurking as usual, when I saw some guy who wasn't my friend, yet somehow hacked his way into my Most-Recent-News Feed. His post led me to YouTube and I quickly found one of the best and most sincere videos I've ever seen on the site.

I honestly think this is YouTube at its absolute best. This is what the site was really designed for, not the poop we usually get. The name of this short film (not merely a video) is Out of Sight and it was made as a graduation production by three students from the National Taiwan University of Arts. In the words of the film's description:

The main character, a little girl, in the story confronts a robbery and strays from the road she is familiar with. After passing a hedge, she enters an unknown world and unfolds a magical adventure depending on senses and her imagination in stead of her vision. With soft and cute colors as the main key, we used simple designs to depict the little girls' imaginary world.

I hope you enjoy this as much as I did. I think it will appeal to almost anybody, especially if you're reading this! Without further adieu, Out of Sight. :)

A First Real Blog Post? No, a Poem.

Remember the Winds
Three years made, just for me, just for her.

Remember that gust of wind,
The one that brought us here.
It was unseen, unheard, unknown.
Its angelic ebb and flow
Guided us silently home.

Home, for me, is right with you;
Your warm embrace, my port of call.
Looking out across the sea
Of endless possibilities,
I’m just glad you’re here with me.

If these gales that brought us near,
Are more than raw, chaotic luck,
Perhaps they have, defined, a goal.
Does He dictate the way they blow,
Did they push us, soul to soul?

If these invisible waves of might
Push and pull us till all’s right
Then why, at times, do they lead the fight,
Blow against their normal course,
And lead us, apart, far, far away.

Only then, to turn again
And return us to each other’s arms.
As if the battles we had waged
Were never there, never more.

Remember please, the winds of Fate.
Before you let him break you down.
They guide the ship that is your heart,
An unearthly vessel, homeward bound.

This Blog of Mine

I realize that this blog of mine is such a typical one. I rarely post, and whenever I do it's merely to apologize for never posting. Such typicalness. Perhaps if I stuck to it, I would get readership. Who knows? Let's try.

Starting immediately, I'm going to post every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. What am I going to post about? I dunno, maybe a theme will arise?

Gran Premio de Abu Dhabi

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New blog header.

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Just an opportunity for a pic of more autumn colours and a speed blurred 7.

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Old Timers: The London to Brighton Run 2010

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Apart from reading the brass plaques, counting wheels and realising that the horse had deliberately been left in the stable, how do you tell your De Dion Bouton from your Sunbeam without some real car knowledge?

The quest for understanding meant that the 8am blat to Handcross in Sussex was well attended by 10 or so ReHab'ers (you know, the Reading & Hampshire 7 clubbists), the damp and mist being no barrier to our education.There'd be sausages and coffee too (with a donation to Leukaemia Research) and an estimated 100 or so 7's were expected to pitch up to the layby on the A23... maybe these were the real reasons to catch this traditional end of season event!?

The race boots having absorbed worm cast and attendant moisture from the wet grass, made the sun that broke through very welcome and, from way off, it picked out the array of brasswork that was rolling down the A23 towards Brighton. How curly the horns and how furry the coats in the parade of back to front, tiller steered,wheezing devices mixing with the cyclists, euroboxes and the welcoming audience of 7eveners! There was a lot of 'toot toot'!

Old Timer ... get me some of those headlamps!

Click here to get some more snaps of vintage stuff...and a few classics.

Great morning out supporting a good cause on this historic event.The roads were dry for the solo blat back, I took the long way...and then ran out of petrol. Arse. I realised the race boots had dried out though after a couple of miles with can in hand.

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I'm off to test the present.

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You know when the sun's out, and the afternoon is free, and when you've just had your birthday and the wife wrapped up that camera you gave her to give you back the next day? Isn't it great to spend a few hours just arseing about and creating a little something for the hell of it! Especially when you live right near the Pirbright Ring:

Blat time video!

One of the Sunrisers has the work/life balance sorted.

Note: The Sunrise Seven Squadron (The Sunrisers) cannot guarantee future videos to be of this quality and professionalism.Some of us have to work god-damn it...and anyway this type of  mid week fun and frivolity can be addictive and mess up your head.So it cannot be condoned by the other members of the Sunrisers, so stop it.Thanks.


Same bit of road different technique!

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