Have been looking after the daughter’s puppy for the weekend, 8 months old and full of energy. In need of a lie down now.
Bits and pieces....spent the morning in the garage... 1. Noticed last night while i was in the garage (no idea what made me check) - that i couldnt see any oil in the sight tube on the SXV (dry sump) so topped that up. 2. Fitted the windsail of a numberplate to said sxv for the MOT wednesday. 3. Fitted a missing frame slider to the RSV4 thats been missing for ages. 4. Checked all tyre pressures. 5. Ordered Supersticky 3m tape at the front tyre on the SXV has got a leak somewhere... 6. Replaced, very worn clutch lever with a new one. 7. Ordered new clutch cable for the sxv as when i took the lever off the cable was gummed up, got some freedom back with some wd40 down there, but theres a few frays inside... Productive...in lots of little ways.
Not today, but Wednesday to Saturday. Accompanied by #1 son and Iggy. Wednesday: Enduro at Action Trax, near Tonbridge in Kent. Fried the clutch so only did half the day. Phone phucked due to getting a soaking in very heavy rain. Drove to Battle (the town, not a sustained fight between opposing armed forces). Stayed overnight at a campsite just outside. Had some amazing chips from a chip shop behind Sainsbury's. Thursday: Drove from Battle to a campsite at East Fleet in Dorset. Waste of a day as the 3.5 hour journey took 7.5 hours due to dreadful traffic. I have always wanted to visit East Fleet as it is the setting of/inspiration for the fictional village of Moonfleet in the novel of the same name. Friday: Stayed on site all day as was knackered from previous two days' exertions. Son was in a foul mood because the ebike I had taken with us so he would not be confined to the campsite if I didn't want to drive had picked up a puncture. He then went off with Iggy but took my trainers as he had only brought sliders (those flip flop things dat da yoof wear) with him and was gone much longer than expected, which kind of pissed me off as I wanted to have a wander too. Then on returning he also announced that we would need to leave on Saturday rather than on Sunday as he had his annual boxing medical on Sunday morning. I was fuming, although I said nothing and instead went for a walk with Iggy along the coastal path to East Fleet, but was slightly disappointed to discover there isn't really a village as such - just an old church, half a dozen cottages and a former manor house which is now a hotel. Sadly there was no "Y Not" inn, no secret entrance to Blackbeard's crypt under the churchyard and no cursed diamond. On getting back to the van, the combination of my son's trespass to my trainers and his failure to tell me about the boxing medical earlier led to a couple of crossed words and sullen silence for the rest of the evening. Saturday: Discovered that the pop up gazebo/awning does not pop down anywhere near as quickly as it popped up (35 seconds). Naturally, it started absolutely throwing it down and blowing a gale as soon as I started the process, all the while trying to decipher instructions that were only marginally less complex than quantum mechanics, which I couldn't read in any case because my glasses were completely steamed up. After about an hour of fighting a losing battle to fit a quart into a pint pot (when fully collapsed and packed it was still about twice the dimensions of the bag it came out of) while dealing with sideways rain and zero visibility, I had a bit of a radge and slung it in the back of the van as is. It is presently erected in my living room in order to dry out before I have another crack at packing it away. We took a detour via Stonehenge on the way back as my son had never seen it, but discovered that the chiseling crooks who run the adjacent visitors' centre have erected a barrier over what I am pretty sure is a public road, presumably in order to prevent people driving past and having a gander at it for free. We then got stuck in a massive traffic jam en route to doing a drive by on the A303, but at least he got to see it. Got home at 930pm, after yet more horrendous traffic on the M25, which turned a 3 hour journey into one lasting 7.5 hours. Hey ho. PS: In case you're wondering about the pic of the Kit Kat - I have accidentally invented the best confectionery in the world by leaving a pack of chunky Kit Kats in the van for about 6 months. This means they have been subjected to repeated heating and cooling cycles, which somehow has aerated the chocolate, so it was like a Wispa with a wafer centre.
Learning how to paint figures, always avoided them and stuck to vehicles/robots. Got one practice head done, a few more to go before I commit to a full model.
Last weekend, removed the front left suspension strut to swap the fucked top mount, fought the bastard thing for three days Yesterday morning, did the same job on the front right suspension strut, piece of piss, had it finished just after lunch Edit to add: this was on the van, not a bike
Yesterday was speedway for my Son on a 500 Jawa sloper for the first time just up to approx 50mph as he wanted to ease into it. Today was clearing the garage up and unloading his recently purchased DRZ 400 'bushpig' project ready for his A2 motorcycle test with his mod1 on Tuesday.
Are you sure about that? She’s wearing a Pride badge and I bet you haven’t asked what her preferred pronouns are.
It was gay pride this weekend in our open minded small community. She won the badge for being the cutest gay dog in our parish. Glad you like.
