Well today, Donor was the man and did the bizzo on Daisy. She's been off the road for 61 days
Today, that all changed.
Donor got stuck into her like a shark into a swimmer. He bashed, bodged, cursed and got Daisy back into shape.
The forks were done by the local Yamaha dealer, 'cause I couldn't be fecked in the end doing them myself and paid them coin for the privilege. Also got a new rear brake master cylinder and away we went!
Forks went in after a bit of cursing, attached the speedo cable in, brake calipers and the mudguard.
Sorting out the back brake was quite cool, Donor had some gadgets that made life easier. Suffice to say, bleeding brake was no prob with a german made bleeder. Removing Daisy's bits led to Donor bonking his knuckle and made him wince like a lion zookeeper covered in blood.Still, the brake was a bit soft, so Donor bashed in a block to let them firm up!
Stuck the panels back on and Donor got into Daisy and fired her up! He was a man possessed. A bit of choke, he slapped and tickled her ... and she turned over! Huzzah! The house of gijoe reverberated with the goodness of "Ringa-a-ding-ding" and the volumnious clouds of blue smoke with it's rich, musky tones washed over us.
I tossed Donor my riding gear (he came over in the cage to deliver tools for tomorrows Spanner night) and off around the block he went!
Insanely jealous I was!His grin was maniac and I could hear his cackling laughter as he rode off in a puff of magic two-stroker smoke!
So many emotions. Anyway, good time had by all... and then ... zeozen turned up!![]()
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