Why me?
So this afternoon, I think, "You know what? You've had that licence for a week now and done nought about it, it's time you got on the bloody thing and had a ride."
So I get my gars on and get on the bloody thing.
I wheel it out of my garage. Sun is shining. Sky is as blue as it gets in Auckland in June. No-one is around. Road is dry.
I give a push on the old starter switch and it gives a few tugs...open out the choke...but tugs seem to be dying....
Try it again. Again some revs, but they fade out pretty quick, slowing down to a very low sort of "chugga-chugga". Three attempts and I think I'd better give it a miss for today.
So I take it inside...and give it one last go...
And nothing. Nothing whatsoever. No revs, no movement, no flashing lights or even vaguely exciting noises, no genie, nothing. Nada. Zilch. Squat.
Is this karma for not having got on the bike? It started OK on Sunday.
*sigh*
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