never pass a pisser, never trust a fart, never waste a stiffy.
Fuel gauge packed in! While reading about 150 miles left in the tank, the bike spluttered and coasted to a stop from the third lane of the M25. It wakes you up I can tell you!
After a couple of false starts, I checked the tank and poured some fuel in from this little beauty. Started up no problem. But we still made the ferry port and even managed to take an earlier one.
Where the bike stopped.
Ok – it starts today! Bike packed, spare pair of underpants (in case I lose the original pair) and some fuel in my stove.
Just me and Sooty this time as Micky T couldn’t make it as he has this work thing to do. Odd but there you go.
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