well, don't say i didn't warn you, sweary and chalky shot over to bilsthorpe to pick up the pvl coil that had arrived this morning from germany, talk about cutting it fine, i got home from work, literally ran the dogs around their usual five-mile walk and headed straight to the shed, dangerous was already in there, [i wonder if he actually goes home sometimes?], i'd had a full-bangladesh english veggie breakfast early door's, [one a month as a special treat, two fried eggs, beans, grilled and tinned tomatoes, couple of hash browns, mushrooms, two rounds of thick white bread, hp sauce, [the genuine 'dutch' item, what the fuck?, used to be made in that there birmingham, then they sold the manufacturing rights to the dutch, sometimes i can't get my breath...] set's you up for the day a good fried breakfast, my carnivour friends [and my boy jack], eagerly devouring the processed pig produce, by 1600 hrs i was ready for something to eat, i'd called in at the co-op at five-lamps to get fuel and spotted the toasted tea cakes on offer, be rude not too i suppose, kettle on, tea cakes in the toaster, sorted, me and dangerous sit quaffing a brew and munching, a sense of self-satisfaction waves over us, dangerous is idly polishing invisible marks off the 'macchi frame, last job to do is time up the bike now we have the ignition coil, houston, we have a problem, for some reason, [which i later put down to leaving a job half way through rather than finishing it] is that either me or dangerous has got the pushrods the wrong way round, bugger, exhaust off, carb off, head off, try and work out which rod goes where, bloodyfuckinghell, i can't locate the pushrods back in their respective 'cup's' dangerous is flapping, dropping fasteners all over the floor, we need to step back, take a minute and reflect, kettle on, [no celebratory peroni tonight], a nice cup of tea and everything makes sense again, slacken off the tappet adjusters, head back on, pushrod's in, proper sync, torque head off and that's it, still need to put the exhaust back on, time up the motor, rocker covers back on, re-fit the carb and a few other jobs, but, you know what? we have been here before, that's what keep's you going, the dissapointments just make you more determined to get it right first time, next time, if this thing run's i promise, i'll show you my arse on ripley marketplace, [standing on top of the burger van, saturday night, wearing a smith's 'meat is murder' t-shirt].....
well, don't say i didn't warn you, sweary and chalky shot over to bilsthorpe to pick up the pvl coil that had arrived this morning from germany, talk about cutting it fine, i got home from work, literally ran the dogs around their usual five-mile walk and headed straight to the shed, dangerous was already in there, [i wonder if he actually goes home sometimes?], i'd had a full-bangladesh english veggie breakfast early door's, [one a month as a special treat, two fried eggs, beans, grilled and tinned tomatoes, couple of hash browns, mushrooms, two rounds of thick white bread, hp sauce, [the genuine 'dutch' item, what the fuck?, used to be made in that there birmingham, then they sold the manufacturing rights to the dutch, sometimes i can't get my breath...] set's you up for the day a good fried breakfast, my carnivour friends [and my boy jack], eagerly devouring the processed pig produce, by 1600 hrs i was ready for something to eat, i'd called in at the co-op at five-lamps to get fuel and spotted the toasted tea cakes on offer, be rude not too i suppose, kettle on, tea cakes in the toaster, sorted, me and dangerous sit quaffing a brew and munching, a sense of self-satisfaction waves over us, dangerous is idly polishing invisible marks off the 'macchi frame, last job to do is time up the bike now we have the ignition coil, houston, we have a problem, for some reason, [which i later put down to leaving a job half way through rather than finishing it] is that either me or dangerous has got the pushrods the wrong way round, bugger, exhaust off, carb off, head off, try and work out which rod goes where, bloodyfuckinghell, i can't locate the pushrods back in their respective 'cup's' dangerous is flapping, dropping fasteners all over the floor, we need to step back, take a minute and reflect, kettle on, [no celebratory peroni tonight], a nice cup of tea and everything makes sense again, slacken off the tappet adjusters, head back on, pushrod's in, proper sync, torque head off and that's it, still need to put the exhaust back on, time up the motor, rocker covers back on, re-fit the carb and a few other jobs, but, you know what? we have been here before, that's what keep's you going, the dissapointments just make you more determined to get it right first time, next time, if this thing run's i promise, i'll show you my arse on ripley marketplace, [standing on top of the burger van, saturday night, wearing a smith's 'meat is murder' t-shirt].....
Maybe your daughter can get a video of that caper and post it at her blog..hahaha...
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