Once I'd got my carbs reset for the second time Friday morning, we got stopped by the Man:
To be honest it wasn't much of a race; those traffic fourby's aren't that good at accelerating....
Once we'd got there, Friday night was a dream of ice cream for Marty, with a hint of what was to follow:
Marty got the biggest ice cream they had to offer- it came with two spoons; and despite a manful effort he couldn't finish it!
A quick photo to show that it wasn't only my bike that needed a spanner laying on it:
Mac disappeared as we got back towards Clacket lane on the way back, turns out he had to pull over to be sick in his helmet. So I slowed down, hoping he'd reappear, then very nearly ran out of fuel on the services slip road- made it up the ramp and onto the forecourt on the front pot only.
No low fuel light; maybe I didn't reconnect it at the Gordano school of engineering excellence and battery swapping.
Good one, Malc, well done for organising, and making it look effortless.
Lastly, thank you all for your assistance and forbearance trying to get my bike running again at Gordano services. Especially Marty for the loan of his battery after I'd flattened mine! Turns out that it isn't easy bump starting a Storm with high comp pistons...
Cheers, all!
but when I did it's the quickest I've ever removed me gloves & helmet...Not quick enough though...Vomit comes out through air vents I'll have you know...
