The new project. Follow the build here.

Check out these sexy drains for both my showers. They took 4 weeks to make, all aluminium, tig welded too.

Slatting is going on, sideways instead of the usual way you’d attach it. I’m pretty happy with how it’s turning out.

Nowhere near as heavy as you can see through it a lot more than the more traditional style of nailing the slatting on.

In bike news I’ve gone and bought a motor for a future deathtrap project, the Ti’s almost done:

Late at night in my man cave.

Wider KCNC bar, XT shifter, ESI grips.

Weenie!

On Friday Suga took a day off work, we thought we’d head out to the Hunter for the day. McDonalds breakfast, an essential part of any road trip!

Our chariot.

Suga.

The first vinyard we stopped at was Bimbadgen. We tasted a fair few wines and got pretty pissed. We also bought 12 bottles to take home.

Tree at Peppers Convent.

Home made bread. I was a bit Mr. Grumpy bum all day, the traffic on the way home didn’t make me feel any better, but I felt better once we got to my sisters house, her and Richie cooked us up a lovely dinner and we couched out for a bit.

I found this note on a car in the city (not mine), lovely, there are still some Sydney people who care.

The best Laksa in Sydney? Big call.

We stumbled into a crowd on Martin Place, turns out all the V8 supercar cars and stars were there, the star of the show for me, and many others, was this GTR pace car.

I was shocked to see the whole of Pitt St. under major construction, the city never stays familiar for long when you rarely visit it.

Later that afternoon Christina had a surprise B’day pressie for me (I hate surprises). Turns out it was a chopper flight!

Controls.

Whoo hoo let’s go!

Can we go to Maroubra? Sure! Flying over our home.

Maroubra Beach.

Our pilot Christian.

Prime real estate: Waverly cemetary.

Sunset.

Our harbour.

So the flight: Taking off was THE best part, hovercraft describes it well, car of the future does too. Just awesome. I felt a bit queasy at some points but it wasn’t so bad. Another highlight was when Christina asked our pilot Christian whether he knew Vic Larusso (Channel 10’s traffic helicopter newsman), Laughs all round!

This morning I got up at 5.30AM and drove out to the mountains to join the BMU crew for a run on the Oaks trail. Our group was 13 large. Awesome!

Waiting for the train.

On the train. Was a great ride, always is! The drive home was a little long and tiring, but I’m satisfied, and happy (again). :) What a great weekend!

I think I’m feeling…. depression. Mid life crisis coming on? Neck and shoulder pain, stress from all the house rennovation work, want Christina to move in (pronto), thinking of getting the GT-R back on the road, thinking of selling the Jazz as I’m sick of being bullied on the streets, banned off Farkin (again lol). Times are shit. I need to ride.

Pics from this weeks hectic MCC vs Hell on Wheels Heffron Park flat track event!!! We’re still dizzy from the 2-stroke fumes…

Photos by Matt Holmes (the man).

I’ve been watching MasterChef on TV (it’s replaced the fatty show). I’m a shit cook, but I’ve been meaning to give cooking a good go for years now. Last night Christina, Jess and I had a good go at cooking dinner for her parents (scary as her Dad’s Iron Chef). We did alright!!!

Our entre, Linguine, crushed anchovies in garlic, fresh parsley and a stuff mushroom. Our main was lamb and mash MasterChef style (the lamb was undercooked boo hiss).

Nyaw Peppa.

Jess’ yummo choc on choc dessert.

Earlier in the day Suga and I ran all over town to pay and pick up goods for the house:

Our stone tub.

Frikkin door handles, we went for the bottom right.

I love tools. We also managed to drop in to Tiffany’s to resize her ring and pick up the diamond certificate, which is so sexy I want to frame it (I’ll scan it later).

Crazy Penis’ at Mao and More

Zi organised a dinner at Wagaya (my fave) to catch up with mates, celebrate our engagement (suga and I), as well as his B’day drinks but that fell through as we had too many numbers, so he booked JuJu’s at the Cross in stead (I’m just totally in awe that Zi organised something!!!).

Whilst the service was crap (it took forever for the beers to come), the food was crap and the Karaoke was unbearable the company was great which made for a fun night.

Shabu-Shabu!

Suga and Stevey.

Me and my finance.

Sake + Ashahi = laughs all round. Look at how red Willy is.

Steve cracking up.

Singer of the night. Bad singers that write it off are one thing, but I love the ones that actually try, and think that they’re good the most.

The ASM boys are a bunch of gamblers, the poker bug extends to dares. Here’s the chilli oil dare. $100 pot for Papz to drink it.

Down it goes.

Easy money (I’m sure his ass will burn the next morning).

Charles bought Zi a rose from the rose lady.

Shot of the night, for sure.

As soon as we stepped outside Zi and Paul walked into Guzman Y Gomez next door to order burritos. Zi eats a lot when he’s drunk.

Willy and Andy.

Mark bought me this Pedal ID fixie toy when he was in Japan earlier this year. I’ve been so slack in picking it up from him but he brought it along tonight, thanks Mark, you’re a champ. I love it!