Well chaps, after my debacle of an Elefant trip I set out for the Dragon. I got a whole 8 miles when the dreaded Bonneville missfire began. B*****s at Triumph ought to know where to stick their coils by now, think I'll send 'em a diagram. Anyhow, coming off the motorway seemed to get enough heat in there to get shot of the water, so after a 15 mile loop I rejoined the M-62 almost back where I started. Coming up the slip road all hell let loose, so I agian pulled off. Don't 'yer believe it a b****y great lump of schrapnel is sticking out of my rear (tyre that is). So, it's luggage off and get out the green gloop. I have a furious 5 minute pump for nothing. I rode home on the rim and stripped off the tyre to find a 5mm wide V shaped split in the tube that neither goo or nor patch is going to seal.
At that I was forced to join the Memsahib for a spot of cock (au van). So, it's good luck to the chaps freezing in Wales, Damn this Chateax Laffite and pass the port please!
Andy (Funk Hole) Metcalfe
