friday night, in the shed, oh dear, rust never sleep's, frame is rougher than i thought, reckon i can rescue the swingarm spindle with some careful dressing with wet and dry, torque nut's are a bastard to remove from yokes, [get a sharp centre punch and tap while turning a t40 bit, don't try and just turn them out on your own, you will round them off and then you're in the shit], get a mate to help], shed look's like a bomb's hit it and i smell of gunk. i love friday's.
Friday, 12 November 2010
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