fire coming out of the monkey's head

checking the calender in the shed and i realise i've overlooked the morini owner's club 'a tutto gas' trackday at cadwell park next friday, bollock's, better get the beemer sorted out then, a very pleasant afternoon changing oil and filters, lockwiring various drain plugs and, sorting brake components, tea, chocolate biscuits, dogs on tartan blankets, radio-six, supplying the music-fix from the glastonbury festival, [been to glastonbury, brilliant, love to go back but the thought of camping next to a bunch of six-formers, away from mum for the first time, being sick after consuming too many drugs / cider / beer's / dodgy, half-cooked burgers, falling out with their best friends and crying all night about that piercing or shit tattoo or boyfriend or girlfriend, standing in a queue for a dump / can of warm lager / ethnic bead bracelet / butterfly face paint / kurt cobain t-shirt, nah, i'll take the highlights on the telly from the comfort of my own sofa ta] anyway, back to the plot, last time i rode the beemer in anger was at the thundersprint back in may, i had trouble selecting gears, lost loads of time trying to select the right gear especially on up-changes, working through things one step at a time and i narrowed it down to a too flimsy connecting rod on the rearsets, i'm pissed with nyself for not sussing it out sooner, only thing to do is to make a new connector out of eight-milly stainless rather than the six-mil that i'd originally used that wasn't up to the job. machine up a piece of eight-mil, tap it six-mil, strike up the bottles and bend it to suit, hot metal, cutting oil, new nyloc's, sorted.............