The bike, not me.
It is time to go easy on the old bike, following our earlier soaking during 3 weeks in Scotland this year, which she managed without mishap, she has since played up again.
Despite the electrical fire before the our recent Pegaso meet, once it was all fixed by Tony at Pitstop (I can't do Electrics to save my life), we headed off to Scotland again over the late August bank holiday weekend. I know what everyone is thinking, gluttons for punishment.
This time, however, we had excellent weather, all the way to Orkney and back. Five days of sun, and empty roads.
But that wasn't enough for the bike. Oh no, she decided it would be a good idea to have the ignition jam. Key in, not turning.
Personally I think she was missing Mike's caring touch. Mike was the guy I went round the world with back in 2013, and he seemed to take over all the fixing. So, once again and front end strip. Drop the base of the ignition barrel. Put the key in the ignition (to deactivate the Immobiliser) and twist a screwdriver in the base.
Tie the bits on with tie clips and Bob's (or should that be Mike ?) your uncle.
The engine, as always, continues to run flawlessly. But decision made, no more big trips for her.
Commuting duty only it is now. Winter into Manchester. Fun. Not.
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