Bikers' Banter

Had a message to say It's now on the bench being worked on... even got a pic sent showing all it's innards hanging out........ It's having a heavy duty Clutch, high capacity oil pump, Oil Filter and custom built Clutch casing with oil level viewing glass and a whole bunch of Oil way machining to help cool the head...... hopefully this will help the engine run for more than 3 miles !!!!

Hope it's worth the time and investment when you finally get this Grom on the road .

Dare I say , this saga is almost as long as it takes a certain person to MoT their bike (or find a USB cable)

Don't I bloody know it............... This is a Saga that has had no easy Exit and i am acutely aware of the Stupidity of it's duration but on balance, I had to play it out.......... the one thing I'll be taking from it though, is that i'll never use these people again and if it actually does run reliably, ~I'll stick in in the shed and forget it as there is no way I'll be selling it after all it has cost....... that way, I lose nothing....... if that makes sense.

... it's bonfire night on Saturday...

Reckon i would have been better off making a bonfire out of the £12 thousand notes, at least I could have a nice warm Fire !!!

Got more patience than me, i would have had the boys from Manchester go round and have a word.

I can't be doing with the Stress Bob..... After dealing with the Public for 3 Decades being self employed, Stress is the one thing I no longer allow in my life...... if that makes sense.

30 years in business with Arabs, Indians, Pakis, Iranians and all sorts i hear you.

When I see all these people going on strike, I just think it's sad that they are too lazy to just get a better paying job.... Self Employment was my route to better income but the Stress levels are a Killer when dealing with people employees and products......... I can't wait to stop working to be honest....... Met some Arabs many years ago in a Swanky Appartment block on Regents Street, We had to go and change about 200 Fire doors, it was my job to break in to each home as my arm was small enough to get through the letter box and turn the inside latch... ( We had no Keys).... But on one occasion, the door came open and I was confronted by a bunch of Arabs and a Salesman all sat on sofas staring at me in wonderment !!!! After the initial telling off, I was later congratulated for having shown how poor the security was.......