Tuesday and my ride to the Big Smoke capital.
With a frosty morning, out came the thermal u/wear and appropriate riding gear. RR does not like discomfort.
A beautiful day for a ride nonetheless and an uneventful 2 hours to my first appointment (all highway riding gate to gate). The old tart purred, RR purred.
Next stop in the very bowels of town. All OK for awhile and then slowly the purring stopped. The old tart developes a misfire on the left cylinder. Tart does not like the stop and start business and lets RR know about it. RR just applies the spurs and says "get on with it you old B......" Tart reacts to this by increasing the misfires. Mmmmmm "Houston, we have a problem" says RR.
Arrived at the second destination, a classic Trumpy spare parts/repair shop. We buy old Tart a new headlight bulb. RR shows it to her. We start up, Tart is not appeased by the gift. We depart the Trumpy workshop/spares company in a blast of misfires
(I guess the owner will expect me back any day to book her in).
Off for a few miles with tolerable misfiring, RR talking soothingly now (we are 130 miles from home) . Need to find a McDonald's for RR to have a cup of Mc tea to sooth his anxiety. Found one soon enough and orders a nice toasted tomato sandwich and English Breakfast Mc tea. RR forgets the the old B..... for a while.
The old B......... left sitting in the car park, ignored, is about to get revenge!! We start and leave the car park on mostly one cylinder with just an odd firing on the other thrown in. Things are getting bad and we're in heavy traffic. On one and/or one and a half cylinders RR coaxes the old Tart through several busy traffic intersections. Nerve racking!!
We get through the last of them and the freeway is near
The old Tart suddenly quits on the left cylinder.
RR says, it has to be the plug (its new, with only 100 miles on it mind you). Being a good boy scout (always prepared) out comes an old plug from the tool pouch and is installed.
Start on two cylinders
We take off in a blast of misfires
Oh well, thinks RR, if I can get the old B...... onto the freeway, she likes it up there and will give up being naughty. We misfire up the on ramp and into the traffic. RR threatens the old Tart that he'll insure her then burn her to death.
She understands this language and suddenly it's two cylinders firing, and all go. Yes!!
Apart from the odd spit, the old Tart gets RR home in good time. She will not be burnt this week........
RR will check the right hand coil where he will no doubt find the cause of the the old girl's illness.
So much for riding a old classic Trumpy today. RR