So I work as a motorcycle Postie. This can be good fun, especially in bad weather. So yesterday my boss says: “Hey, we have some new motorbikes coming in and I’d like you to have one of them to run it in carefully etc. etc.”
“Well thanks,” I say; “but I am really happy with the one I have. I have spent the past 14 months setting it up just how I like it. I know everything about it. I can make left and right full lock turns on any camber. I can recover both front and rear locked wheels and can kick the back end around in the mud to do a 180 without even thinking about it. It’s like an old pair of slippers AND I DON’T WANT TO CHANGE IT – Thanks anyway.”
“OK – As you feel that strongly about it you can keep your old bike and we’ll give the new bikes to a couple of the others.”
“Thanks, I really could do without having to run in a new bike and all the crap that goes with getting it just right.”
So I show up at work this morning AND: “Here’s the keys to your brand spanking new Honda CT110 with 000000 on the clock. Your old bike has been taken away. Sorry. Have a nice day!”
Funny ‘cos they told me I’d be allowed to buy my old bike when it came to the end of its service life.
Faaaaark OK – No point getting upset. Let’s try make the best out of a bad situation.
Front tyre 14psi rear 16psi – easily remedied.
Dry chain – Easily remedied.
Lights & horn work OK – all good.
Rear Brake – OK.
Front Brake – Too tight.
Oh – why’s the fuel tap on ‘reserve’?
Ah, no fuel (it’s gonna be a long day).
30 minutes later after an extended tea break some fuel shows up.
Fantastic – But it just won’t run without conking out. Where’s my old bike?
After some serious new engine abuse (and a small screwdriver), I have my new bike running sweetly.
Maybe they’ll have another new one for me tomorrow!
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