|My 1965 Velocette Thruxton, VMT260, 'La Courgette', pictured in 1988|
Only a monumental fool would deny the Velocette Thruxton its rightful place upon the mount of Olympus, to drip oil beside Zeus and Apollo, glowing modestly while the gods beside it trouble the earth. I know all this because I am a Thruxton's caretaker, so blessed for 25 years now, and the machine told me so.
I retain my marbles, nor is my walnut cracked; the Velocette spoke over tens of thousands of miles in my company, providing an embarrassment of pleasure, enough that should she take on human form, I would feel compelled to give her my wages entirely each week, and happily so, while protecting her from the burden of children and other mundane obligations, retaining her in a gilded, perfumed, and pillow-strewn room for the sole purpose of my selfish excitement.
|A youthful Pd'O atop Mt.Tamalpais in Marin County, just north of San Francisco, at sunrise on Easter Morning, 1994|
|Not pornographic, but unfortunate, as the anonymous model's hair obscures the 'Velocette' logo on my ancient leather jacket. Sound of leg and firm of buttock, are these girls.|
|The author with his 'Velocette' jacket with Josiah Leet, jacket art by Pd'O. 1989.|
|Somewhere near Nelson, BC, Canada, ca.1993, during a Velocette O/C Summer Rally|