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  1. For Sale. Suzuki Bandit 600cc on an "R" reg. Just shy of 22,000 miles. Full service Nov 16. MOT Nov 17. Rides well with good front tyre and back tyre is legal but will need doing later in the year. New mirrors, grips, bar ends. New fitted Renthal handle bars and you can have the original chrome ones too. Rear fairings have carbon fibre effect wrap on them. Usual scratches and the odd small dint here and there, it is an older bike after all. The reason for selling is that I was involved in a nasty bike crash last year (on a different bike) and I bought this to see if I could get back into it...I can't. My confidence is shot so I am hanging up my helmet and walking away now. Looking for £1295 ono May be interested in a swap for a classic mini but thats it. No other part exchanges or swaps please. Pop in a cheeky offer, you may well be surprised. Happy to email pics across as I seem to be locked out of my photobucket at the moment. I am located in Selston Notts NG16. Mobile number is phone number removed for security reasons please use pm facility If no answer please try again later as I am normally teaching in a classroom. No calls after 8pm please. Thanks for reading
  2. It will probably just be a software issue and have the power loss codes active. Start with getting it plugged in to see if any are there then get the buggers cleared. If the fault still exists after it will probably be the sensor
  3. Thanks folks I will need to spend a few pounds advertising it then! once the new panniers arrive I will pop it onto MCN
  4. Morning all. Wheres the best place to sell a bike apart from here of course! I have stuck it on the usual suspects like Ebay, preloved, Gumtree but before I start shelling a ton of cash for advertising where have you lot found the most successful? Thanks in advance
  5. Hello and thanks for looking at my 2008 Suzuki Vstrom 650. If you are looking for a proper touring bike look no further as these are superb! Mine currently has 29000 odd miles on the clock but is still being used every now and then so the mileage will creep up. So what can I tell you about it then? It has 12 months mot Just been serviced New Sprockets and Chain fitted two weeks ago Pilot 4 Tyres front and back with approx 500 miles on them so far Givi Tank Box with rain cover Sat nav box with 12v feed in Will come with new Givi Panniers and Rack to fit which will be delivered to me over the next week Oxford heated grips Lots more pictures available just mail me for them! I haven't had any issues with it but my time for riding is coming to an end. Call it a mid life crisis in reverse as I am going to be playing with Land Rovers for the foreseeable future. It's not a new bike so has the odd mark here and there but overall is in excellent condition. You are welcome to come and view even test ride if you hand over the full asking price in cash along with proof of insurance, but if you drop it crash it or damage it well I am afraid you have bought it! Sorry to sound a bit harsh there just want to deter the test pilots. I am based in Selston Notts and have left the reg in view so you can check the bike out prior to coming if you wish. Thanks for reading £3200 ono 07969724374 http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f15/min200/20160730_194745_zpssbh7tluq.jpg http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f15/min200/20160730_194730_zpsxksgcsyl.jpg http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f15/min200/20160730_194724_zpshpum7rtc.jpg http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f15/min200/20160730_1947040_zpsvtceqnxt.jpg http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f15/min200/20160730_194800_zps7nsi6w7r.jpg http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f15/min200/20160730_200539_zpslejfmxvq.jpg
  6. Hello and thanks for looking at my 2008 Suzuki Vstrom 650. If you are looking for a proper touring bike look no further as these are superb! Mine currently has 29000 odd miles on the clock but is still being used every now and then so the mileage will creep up. So what can I tell you about it then? It has 12 months mot Just been serviced New Sprockets and Chain fitted two weeks ago Pilot 4 Tyres front and back with approx 500 miles on them so far Givi Tank Box with rain cover Sat nav box with 12v feed in Will come with new Givi Panniers and Rack to fit which will be delivered to me over the next week (I knocked the bike over and damaged the last rack so am replacing) Oxford heated grips Lots more pictures available just mail me for them! I haven't had any issues with it but my time for riding is coming to an end. Call it a mid life crisis in reverse as I am going to be playing with Land Rovers for the foreseeable future. It's not a new bike so has the odd mark here and there but overall is in excellent condition. You are welcome to come and view even test ride if you hand over the full asking price in cash along with proof of insurance, but if you drop it crash it or damage it well I am afraid you have bought it! Sorry to sound a bit harsh there just want to deter the test pilots. I am based in Selston Notts and have left the reg in view so you can check the bike out prior to coming if you wish. Thanks for reading £3500 07969724374 http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f15/min200/20160730_194656_zps99jwaf20.jpg http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f15/min200/20160730_194724_zpshpum7rtc.jpg http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f15/min200/20160730_1947040_zpsvtceqnxt.jpg http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f15/min200/20160730_194745_zpssbh7tluq.jpg http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f15/min200/20160730_194640_zpszruj2pxx.jpg http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f15/min200/20160730_194800_zps7nsi6w7r.jpg http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f15/min200/20160730_200539_zpslejfmxvq.jpg http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f15/min200/20160730_200614_zpsjdlzixkk.jpg
  7. we all learn the hard way every now and then! Glad you got it sorted quickly!
  8. They are never too young
  9. I'm 42 and kids are more or less grown up as the youngest is about to turn 16 and quite frankly life is just starting. Glad I had kids early now
  10. Family Part 6. Musings Posted by Nicky Smith Sat, February 20, 2016 07:15:00 After an in depth and rather emotional as well as frank chat with my Mum I set off in a much better frame of mind to go back to see my Dad who was still down the pub where I had left him with the wife to be a few hours before. I was hoping that they were not too drunk by now and thankfully they were not. Wife to be headed home as soon as I arrived to let Mum go home again and I sat down in front of my Dad and we sort of looked at each other a bit sheepishly not knowing where to start. The realisation soon hit home that a pub somewhere near to closing time is not the best place to have an in depth conversation on the past so I looked at him with a bit of a grin and said, "It's not like I am going to start calling you by your first name or anything" To which there was a bit of a smirk from him just briefly along with the comment "I should bloody well hope not". That was it for then. You see we all react differently in these types of situations there is no right or wrong way nothing anyone can say or write that could make it all easy or make the past disappear in a heartbeat. No, where Mum wanted to talk in depth about it all all at once Dad did not want to talk much at all yet and that was all good by me as we sat there looking at each across the table. We would talk in depth over time when it was just the two of us, I know that it was a hard thing for him to do and I love him more for the fact that he would sit there and do it even though it would quietly upset him each time but that was our way, we are men you know and this stuff is emotional. We don't really bring it up these days, any of us, because it's all in the past now...more years in the past than I care to admit but once what needs to be said is said you process it, put it away and move on, there is no need to live in the past it just shapes us into the people we are today. So why am I writing about it all again now? I mean why bring it all up to the surface once again in my own mind? Well I had an interesting chat with a friend at work who had just found out something similar so this story came out just as in depth as I have written here and he was amazed that someone else felt exactly the same way as he did. Also, and this is quite a big one, I decided that I would not hide anything like this from my own children from the start. I prefer to be honest and up front with them because it teaches life skills and also it becomes the "norm" which my type of family is in this our modern age. I had a 18 month old son who would need to be told a similar story as he grew up so the best way to do it in my eyes was to just have it out there from the start. I have four children in all two of which are not genetically mine but does this make a difference? are they any less my children because of this? No, no they are not. They are my children and I love them dearly, as my family loves me, I would lay down and die for each and every one if it was asked of me. We don't have those distinctions of half brother this, half sister that, step siblings and all of those other labels, we just have a family of brothers and sisters across the board and in my eyes that is as it should be. Family is so much more than blood lines and genetics it is unwavering support from all of it including the extended lot. It is about acceptance that the world brought us together as a unit our different backgrounds and pathways that led us all to this one place are different as well as diverse and we are all made a bit more well informed and stronger because of them. Family is about being pleased to see each other of that feeling of easy acceptance and the comfort of home when we are all together once again. Time does not matter, if it's been six months since we were together as soon as we enter the same room it feels more like six minutes. It is the laughter, the ribbing, the new experiences brought home and shared. It is the different ways of life we have all chosen that we then bring together, each and every one of my siblings has chosen a very different course in life and we are the stronger for it. There is no judgement just questions and hopefully we all walk away a little wiser. All of that is family to me. Not one line of heritage or some pieces of paper but many many lines of life brought together and you end up loving it all whether you wanted to or not. That is the reason for me sharing this story. I have done it in instalments so I could get it all out the way I really wanted it to, to do it justice and in that time there have been a surprising amount of emails sent to me by people who are experiencing it right now and those who have similar history's comparing notes. My experience was overall a positive one so this is not a tale looking for pity it is indeed a tale to look at and think "yea that is what family is about" Sounds like I have finished with it all doesn't it? Nope not by a long shot folks this part took place over a long weekend and as we all went to our beds at the end of that last long evening exhausted by what had come to light that thought came back into my mind, "What does this other fella look like then?"... www.nickysmith.me
  11. Family Part 5. Musings Posted by Nicky Smith Fri, February 19, 2016 20:20:42 The walk from the pub back to our little two up two down may have been short in distance but it felt like a 10 mile hike. I had already sort of confronted my Dad about what was the truth behind all of this cloak and dagger stuff but caught him off guard scaring the hell out of him as well as getting no further on and now I was heading head first into more unknowns with my Mum waiting for me at my house, damn I felt sick. I walked up the darkened lane to my house reaching the red front door where I paused thinking I wished none of this has started that I had not popped down for lunch with my boy but that time had now since passed and there was nothing to be done but go forward with this extra large can of worms that had been opened...I pushed down the door handle and walked into my front room. I have told you a little of my Dad and it is only fair and right to now tell you a little of my Mum. Ever noticed how busy Mums are? Mine was no exception to that rule with a total of six children to see to as well as a house to keep, clothes to wash just the general family to run stuff on a rather large scale. One real advantage of your Mum having you very young is that as you start to get a little older they still are young and I loved that about my Mum. I was treated as an equal more or less once I hit my teenage years given lots of trust which gave way to freedom (that and they were both very busy with all of my brothers and sisters so didn't notice what I was getting up to half the time), we were close and talked about subjects that would send most other young men my age scurrying for a dark stone to hide behind in embarrassment. She was witty, pretty, straight talking and honest I was so very lucky to have the relationship I had with her from a young age and thankfully still do. When I was fifteen and home from school for a quick lunch she told me she was pregnant with my baby sister and did I think it was disgusting because she was so old at the grand old age of thirty one. I remember grinning ear to ear looking her in the eye and asking "are you happy about it?" She replied "Yes I think I am but I was worried you might think I was too old" I got up walked across the kitchen and hugged her with both of us grinning uncontrollably and me telling her I thought it was great...and I really did think it was great I loved my younger siblings dearly. So as I rounded the front door pushing it closed behind me I took yet another deep breath and looked up to see my Mum perched on the edge of the sofa's arm looking positively ill...there must of been something going around eh. She broke the silence between us as I stood there in the middle of the room just looking at her genuinely not knowing what to say by stating, "You must really hate me" God no I did not hate her or anyone but I answered using foul language in front of her for the first time in my life, "No Mum I don't hate you I just want to know what the f**k is going on" It was like a flood gate had burst with all of the questions and things I wanted to say lined up neatly and clearly in my mind that would get voiced as the evening went on getting answers to all of the things I needed to know. It turned out that word had soon spread to my Nan (Mums mum) that I had been asking questions of my Aunt so she had been on the phone to give my parents a bit of a heads up on the situation. Nothing like this can come out right really can it but I do feel sorry for the pair of them that it came blindside out of the right wing to tackle them completely unexpectedly. She told me the story that we we began with at the start of this tale reader so I wont cover that again but we soon headed onto what followed on after my parents life settled down into that comfy routine of family life that I had always known. They had wanted to tell me about it all in fact they had planned it a couple of times but life events sort of got in the way. They had planned to tell me by the time I was 16 but I had gotten a massive "go and see the world" travel bug by then shooting off all over the place and to any country I could get into and they were understandably scared I would bugger off to America...might of been nice to make that call myself back then but hey ho I get why they made that decision I mean my natural father might not of wanted anything to do with me. Then I moved away to all ends of this little island of ours so we did not see each other a great deal especially in private. Then I decided to get married so they were determined to tell me before the happy occasion but Nan had beaten them to the punch literally by a few weeks. My head was spinning by now still with that whirlwind of emotions but added to that mess was this overload of information of history of what had been's what could of been's. I felt lied to but elated because there was more to me than I thought, I thought my life had been a lie but I knew it could not have been better...if there was ever a reason to have a few beers this was it but it was going to take a good deal of time to sift through it all putting it into order so I could make proper sense of it. We chatted for a couple of hours with me getting everything asked that I had planned and plenty more besides as the conversation developed with facts coming out I that I had no previous knowledge of. It was all brand new info both fascinating and exhilarating. I was sitting crossed legged in the middle of the floor just soaking it all in and Mum seemed to be getting more comfortable as she got it off of her chest, the release of the burden she had been carrying for my lifetime was actually visible as it left her a piece at a time while we talked. The strangest thing was that I was not angry with any of it, I felt a bit miffed that it had been hidden away because in my mind there was absolutely no need for that to be done, deep down in my soul I knew that it would have made absolutely no difference to me as I was growing up in fact the only difference it had made to me now was curiosity as to this other genetic line that I had running off in another direction and I knew straight away I would be following that up not because I needed another family oh no at this point in time I just wanted to know what this other fellow looked like. Did he look like me at all? or should I say did I look like him? So a few hours had passed and so did all of my questions, every last one of them was asked and exhaustive answers given by my Mum patiently as I cross examined nearly every detail. I was shattered physically and emotionally Mum looked like she had faired no better through this emotional roller-coaster so I laid back on the carpet and looked up to the ceiling then in an instant realising I had left my Dad down the pub in rather a state because I had dropped the bombshell of my knowledge on him out of the blue. Wife to be was down there too. Oh bugger what had I done....
  12. Family Part 4. Musings Posted by Nicky Smith Fri, February 19, 2016 18:39:42 Isn't life funny. For the best part of two days I had planned this big deep talk with my parents in the comfort of the family home but in the space of a few minutes I was sitting in the local pub with my Dad nursing a pint of Bitter and finding myself of how the weekend away had been. Not what I had imagined happening at all... Before we head even further into this modern day tale I want to take a moment to talk about my Dad. He is most definitely the best person I know full of wit (I said wit Dad if you are reading this) seems to know about just about anything along with a memory for events from far far in the past until the present that would leave an elephant hanging it's head in shame. We have spent a great deal of time together over the years and there is always a long weekend away with just the two of us or a couple of brothers or close friends thrown in for good measure. These weekends are truly just lad events but we are well past the getting stinking drunk and suffering the next day phase, no dear reader we are just very happy and comfortable in each others company so from as early as I can remember I wanted to be just like him. I wanted to be a Dad to my kids as well as he was to me and my siblings but I always fear that I have fallen far far short of that particular marker. We have great conversations, put each other into our places if we are being or about to do something stupid along with gentle encouragement when we aim high for something new. We happily take the mickey out of each other when we fail as well just in general because anything is fair game when it comes to making each other laugh usually at each others expense. We are also more than comfortable to just enjoy each others company doing just about nothing, sitting reading a book, sat on a beach just looking out to sea or even better doing that from a pub garden on a summers evening having nothing to say and that not mattering a jot. So at the point we are at in our tale with me sitting there at that dark wood circular table with a pint sweating on it for the first time in my life feeling edgy in Dad's company wondering how to broach this subject with him but not knowing where to begin was a whole new most unpleasant experience that left me wondering once again why this nonsense had been hidden from me for a lifetime. That first pint unsurprisingly disappeared quite quickly but I had mind enough to know that getting drunk then trying to talk about this was a very bad idea so once the second round had hit the table top I took a deep long draught of it, wiped my lips looked my Dad in the eye and said to him that I had taken my son to see Nan and she had said I was about hos age when she first met me. In for a penny here in for a pound, I then asked if he could confirm exactly what she meant by it. Is there a good way to broach a long hidden skeleton in the closet? Now looking back my answer is no, no there is not. Dads face dropped. I felt awful. Then in my head I felt angry at myself for feeling awful because this was not my secret I was the secret, then I thought oh hell I think I get why they hid it then it all the emotions just got a bit whirly. He just looked at me like a cornered rabbit, lets face it he kinda was as he had no idea this was coming nothing at all until this point in his world had changed form the last twenty odd years, his mouth gaped he stuttered a touch stumbled over his tongue and came out with, "She doesn't what she was talking about...um I mean she was mistaken...no um, oh shit, you need to talk to your Mum Nick" He looked awful. The blood has long since drained from his face he had turned green and sweaty along with twitchy limbs not knowing where to look and all of this in the space of about ten seconds the poor bugger I really felt for him right then. He didn't know what to do and a well timed shout from a friend from the other side of the pub gave him instant recourse to make his way from this instant horror of a long hidden secret catching up with him in the wrong place unexpectedly. I didn't blame him I had had a couple of days to get used enough to this information being back out there in the daylight and it had reared it's head at him when he thought he was out for a relaxing time with his son. I took another long pull on my pint and rested my head back into the worn red leather seat I was sitting in wondering what the hell to do next when out of the blue the wife to be walked into the pub with a worried look in her eyes that did not go away when they found me sitting in the corner. As she hurriedly headed over towards me I wondered what else could go wrong in such a short space of time and I was kept waiting long on that info. She sat down hard looked me in the eye saying, "You need to head back your Mum's sat in our living room and she is pretty upset" "Jesus could this night get any worse" I wondered and after a pretty short walk I was about to find out. nickysmith.me
  13. Family Part 3. Musings Posted by Nicky Smith Thu, February 18, 2016 18:22:24 Do you recall me telling you earlier how it seems that with each year that passes time goes by quicker and quicker? well that statement is indeed true and as I sit here in my 42nd year in wonder how that amount of time has gone by already along with the wonder of seeing all of my four children now careering into adulthood themselves it could not be more of a straight up statement. But those 36 hours I spent waiting for my Mum & Dad to get home from their weekend away felt like another lifetime in passing on top of what I have already had so far. My soon to be Wife kept asking what I was going to do and how I was going to do it, as if I had any idea myself at that point. Nope I was just going to wing it but hopefully in a calm manner after all shouting was not going to get me anywhere here. They were due back in the late afternoon but they only lived down the road so I could literally keep an eye out for their car as they got home. My brothers and sisters were only young though and as the day wore on I knew that I would wait until later in the evening before heading down to their house for the chat that I was dreading. That sick to my stomach feeling had come back because I had no idea on how we were all going to react once we started to talk but I could not have that talk in front of my siblings because they were far too young to understand at that point. The afternoon light faded with no-one back yet but as the darkness fell I saw their car pull up. I might be giving the impression here that I was stood around for most of the afternoon at home just pacing too and fro from the window in my house winding myself up not in anger but in dread for what was to come and that is indeed exactly what was happening. The wife to be once again asked around 7:30pm if I was going to head down there to which I replied, "Give it another half an hour until Eastenders finishes, Mum will be watching that then putting the kids to bed so we can talk freely" It seemed like a good enough plan to me so I took myself away from my window post that I had been guarding all day and wandered into the kitchen to make a cup of tea. 30 seconds later there was a knock at the door and my Dad was standing with a big grin on his face asking if I wanted to "Nip down to the pub for a quick pint?" Judging by the look on his face along with his body language he had no idea at this point of what had happened over the weekend. My son had not yet settled down for the night so was still playing in the living room of our small two up two down and all of my thousand time pre rehearsed conversations of how the evening was going to play out initially were thrown completely out of the window. So what else could a young chap do? I followed him down to the pub wondering what the hell to do next, I wanted to speak to both of them at the same time but that idea it would seem had gone straight out of the window... www.nickysmith.me
  14. LOL I had a bloke once email me moaning he had found the site and had stayed up most of the night reading! Surprised the hell out of me that anyone would! I didn't know whether to be offended or complimented...
  15. Nope the rest is yet to be written lol but there will be an update later today
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