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Deflationary afternoon!
I've just got home, sitting in the cab of a recovery truck with my girlie strapped onto the flat bed behind. I was out for a ride this afternoon, and making good progress home after a visit to an glitzy empoprium down near the coast Sussex. I overtook a car (as you do) and as I pulled in again, the bike gave a most uncharacteristic wobble. "Oh yeah" thinks I, and gave the handlebars a quick wobble. The slow, dead response pretty was pretty much confirmed by what I managed to glimpse, looking hard down over my left shoulder, down at the back wheel. I limped on up the road for half a mile until I came to a large lay-by, where I'd be safely off the road. A phone call to the AA (Automobile Association, in case you were wondering) with me confirming tubed tyres, so no roadside fix. After 1 hour 15 minutes getting bored watching cars go by, the truck pulled in for me.
I'd decided to go out on my Guzzi Cali this afternoon. I pushed it out of the garage, put it up on the centre stand, turned the petrol on and went to put my earplugs in and helmet on. When I returned, I saw a stream of petrol puking out form under the bike onto my asphalt drive. I quickly shut the taps but it seemed like an age before the petrol finally stopped dripping. I pushed it back into the garage and went out on my Tiger instead. Grrr
Oh, the emporium: I blagged a ride on an Buell Ulysses XB12XT! Now then how can I broach the subject with the management? (The Tiger's staying, BTW...)
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