Catteeclan

Like most veg spouts are fine until cooked. Can a bike really die with a low key battery. This is not progress.

So green, lush.

Come here then

Have to risk it as I didn't have the tools or time to go in that far, and they all have strainers on the oil pick ups so hopefully big enough fragments to get trapped in that.

That was mine Friday.

Won't argue that but it got me home and as I was booked on the ferry the next morn it was the perfect bodge.

As you know I had a couple of days to go see the daughter. Best start with an apology as there's not much in the way of content, you know I don't stop unless I have to as it was a boring blat down to the ferry and back. But once or the other side I dumped the bike and gear and off to the pub we go. Samantha says Hi. As you can see lovely weather although the wind was a bit keen. These are from the south west coast. We travelled along part of the route which will be the IOW TT. Riders won't have time to enjoy the views though. Samantha and Matt said hi. Stop off for dinner in the hot sun and than onto Gods hill, doesn't get much more picturesque than this. Stopped for petrol where you have to tell the "attendant" how much you put In as there's no screen to tell her in the shop, but they did have this old gem in there. Sorry, could hardly see the window reflection on the phone. We then stopped off at the "shop" where Matt got his Bandit. He'd told me of this place before with bikes and part over 2 floors of this unit and he now spilling out into the surrounding area. As always with me the basted decides to have a holiday, back June the 3rd. Gutted. We had a quick stop at Robin Hill, where Matt works and then back to their house. Don't think I've mentioned that they live on a street which it more akin to something Bob and Fred would have fun on. I've been up and down it many times but this time I picked the wrong line and had Samantha on the back. I'd switched off the engine and we were rolling down to her house when we went over a large rock, this was the result. Basted rock Engine oil contents The fix was a trip the the local Halfords, fresh oil, some 80 grit, carb cleaner to get rid of the oil and some metal putty. This was the result that got me home, well happy. Got to decide on a new sump or get it off and weld. Bloody thing stunk of oil all the way home which kept me checking. Don't think I'll leave it as a repair but def got me out of trouble. It'll now be something I carry in the top box along with the tyre seal.

You were right about the pics and you ain't finished yet ya bugga. Is Sofia always smiling, good girl.

Easy mistake to make but you'd expect a little help after an error. Blokes a nob.

That would be fine for me. Many dealers here need to make a packet on the tyre sale and the fitting/balancing. I don't mind fitting tyres myself so not too fussed. A few years ago while away Mandi got a puncture and we found an off road garage with a tyre in stock at the good price, wish they were nearer.

Yes. While working at the garage, which I couldn't get any real discount from the suppliers anyway, I'd price from them and always get one online. Getting rid of wasn't a prob as we did get a discounted service on them. Not many places around here doing bike tyres anyway although there's a new "Superbike Superstore" opened a few weeks ago a few miles down the road so I will try to support them if they're ain't to pricey.

Showing off now

Excellent you two, enjoyed the shop too.

Your choice but I bet I'd do the same.

That's factual not funny.

kind of like that idea.

That's just reminded me of my kids playing in the long grass out back. Looks good to me, I'd camp in that.

Tune.

I test rode the Exploder before getting the S10. Lovely handling bike with loads more power but the reputation wasn't good at the time, worth a punt now though.

Think they've stopped the S10, emission probs. Every time I see you bike I want mine back.

That would be so much fun.

Have a great day.

Funs over, picking Mandi up from the train station at 13.00. This morning I'll be clearing up the mess I've made.

You crack on Tym.