............so me and dangerous skinned out, stopping for a tea at bakewell, past mock beggars hall, winster and onto the via-gellia for the fast downhill run into cromford, right turn towards wirksworth, 30 limit so nice and steady, listening to the supertrapps bouncing off the cottages, then i spot the old boy kneeling at the side of his '54 vellocette, spin around on the market place and see if i can help, 'what's up mate?', 'carb's flooding', bit of an understatement really, there's fuel everywhere, that really heavy petrol smell, i drop the float bowl off, no crap in there, turn fuel tap on and petrol is spraying out like a bp oil-well, needle's seating ok............

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