I was planning to do a blog about Ride To The Wall, which is
in its 5th year. One thing
and another, this was not to be. Among
various work and exhaustion issues, the significant one is that my bike has
developed the mechanical version of asthma. I don’t know why. Maybe it’s living
all covered up and closed off from the fresh smog of London. Maybe it’s just
living in the fresh smog of London, but my bike has very frighteningly
developed a nasty stutter, the hiccoughs, a coughing fit. Hell, maybe she’s
just caught the common cold.
She certainly doesn’t like starting up these days – it’s
cold. And I’m out of her winter additive. If she is sick because I’ve not
bought her more vitamins? I guess that’s fair enough, but it’s not all that
cold yet. Winter Fuel Additive is supposed to be for winter, and it’s barely
autumn.
I’ll be riding along, perfectly happy, and she’ll be purring
at being on the road, and suddenly her speedo drops to zero, her engine light
flashes on and while she doesn’t quite cut out, she stutters and chokes and
then suddenly behaves again.
Which, at 70 mph, isn’t the world’s most reassuring
experience for the rider. So I abandoned my plans for a longer ride and limped
her home. Every time I relaxed, thinking her asthma attack was over? She did it
again.
I guess I’m calling the mechanic this week…
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