Raison d'etre. (Scuse my French).

The problem with this blog thing seems to be that although you start with great ideas it soon becomes obvious that getting them down on 'paper' is not so easy.

I suppose if I'm truthfull this blog is an advert for all things Norton, the Norton Owners Club and the Norfolk Branch of that Club. Oh and Me! It also means spending time to update on a fairly regular basis. That could be the death of it.

If you are a Norton Owner and are guided by someone to this blog or if you just happen to stumble over it, and yor bike is sitting in a shed unloved, I hope the pictures you see and the blah you read here are enough to get you wielding a spanner or two in an attempt to get out on the road. Its where your Norton belongs.

Riding a Norton is just 'COOL'. Something that has to be done before you check out. There! I've said it. Have you done it?



Evening Commando

Evening Commando
WHAT ITS ALL ABOUT

Pictures say a thousand words

Pictures say a thousand words although when you own a Norton you can only truly express the experience using words. I hope to use a few here as time goes by. If anyone stumbles across this blog I hope you will find something of interest. Good luck to you.







Tuesday, 10 April 2012

MILKCOW MAGAZINE SHOOT


This photo was taken on a sunny, but cold January day at Pentney in Norfolk for an article in Milkcow magazine.  If you like 1950s and 1960s stuff, which is what its all about, then the magazine is a good read.  Look for it on the 'www'.
This combination has done one or two serious journeys since I put it together; the longest being from Norfolk to Lydney in South Wales and back.  With a top speed of almost sixty mph downhill and with the wind behind you, it can be a little daunting out on the open road.  Some motorists like to get up real close and personal for a closer look, while others treat you like a personal threat to their space on the road.  Having an air cooled engine in a traffic jam with a side car attached can make for problems that most motorists have never considered, and riding along with a truck six inches from his number plate makes Mr Angry start grinding his teeth.
All in all though, three wheels are great fun and if you can keep to the back roads which there are plenty of in Norfolk, a few minutes in the saddle can be really smile inducing.