Mad Milage
Heyup folks, miss me? Well, I never made it as far as Ipswich, but I've covered some serious territory since I last sat down and faced this screen. Seems to have been a rare spurt of energy, been social all over Yorkshire and Lincolnshire, and I'm about to scoot off to remote parts far north. And why not. It's not as if I especially fancy another big bunch of time off with nothing to do. And many things have been sorted domestically, repaired or arranged too in that time, which is good. All in all, a quite energised time. And an incredible amount of beer and wine drunk too. Yay! Work's a distant memory at the moment. We'll see how different things look on Wednesday when I go back in for yet more entertainment.
Went over to Newark yesterday to have a pootle around the museum there; many good things, and a couple of small investments made in the bookshop. In fact, could have made many not so small investments and withdrew scared. The bike was a bit snorty and snottly yesterday, I feel there was a little bit of icing of the carb's going on, an achilles heel of Kawasaki's everywhere. Having said that, when Christine's back on the road (Engine's working but the window's still missing) I shall have the tank off Milo the MileEater and have a grummage about in the engine to check out plugs, air filters, oil etc. It'll do no harm, and it's not as if the poor sod hasn't been pushed into emergency service at the worst time of the year for bikes. He's absolutely filthy at the moment with road grime, coal dust from the docks and his numberplate is held together with bodge tape. The new one's just arrived by post today, I'll drill it and fit it tomorrow when we have a general all round cleaning session going on. He'll be sparkly and lovely again by teatime.
And speaking of sparkly and lovely, spare a moment please for the Beautiful South. Jacking it in after nineteen years, the shifty cheeky funsters are. It's a shame, but you can't say they didn't put out an enormous amount of quality gear in that time, coz frankly they did. And I did get to see them before they went, twice in one weekend in fact, last July at Castle Howard and again at V Festival. So I've got no real complaints, but I will miss 'em anyway.
Went over to Newark yesterday to have a pootle around the museum there; many good things, and a couple of small investments made in the bookshop. In fact, could have made many not so small investments and withdrew scared. The bike was a bit snorty and snottly yesterday, I feel there was a little bit of icing of the carb's going on, an achilles heel of Kawasaki's everywhere. Having said that, when Christine's back on the road (Engine's working but the window's still missing) I shall have the tank off Milo the MileEater and have a grummage about in the engine to check out plugs, air filters, oil etc. It'll do no harm, and it's not as if the poor sod hasn't been pushed into emergency service at the worst time of the year for bikes. He's absolutely filthy at the moment with road grime, coal dust from the docks and his numberplate is held together with bodge tape. The new one's just arrived by post today, I'll drill it and fit it tomorrow when we have a general all round cleaning session going on. He'll be sparkly and lovely again by teatime.
And speaking of sparkly and lovely, spare a moment please for the Beautiful South. Jacking it in after nineteen years, the shifty cheeky funsters are. It's a shame, but you can't say they didn't put out an enormous amount of quality gear in that time, coz frankly they did. And I did get to see them before they went, twice in one weekend in fact, last July at Castle Howard and again at V Festival. So I've got no real complaints, but I will miss 'em anyway.
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