Malc

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Posted: Feb. 28 2009,13:14 |
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It lasted about 25kms, and then I was 19 again.
Seize, grab clutch, coast to a halt, have a look, ominous drips of black oil coming from "somewhere". Oh well, been here before - gave it five minutes to recompose myself.
Straight into the garage, I'll look at it tomorrow.
I am distraught - For 24.5kms this morning I was 19 again - two-stroke bliss. Then, suddenly, I was 19 again - 2-strokes seizing on me. I cannot f***ing believe it.
When I picked it up on Monday, it came with paperwork to suggest it had had a complete engine rebuild from Stan Stephens, so conscious of this and Pete's "this may very well need running in" still ringing in my ears, added to the fact this was the first time I'd (properly) ridden the bike, I was taking it easy, and the bike felt very good. I was very restrained on the throttle. Then, totally out of nowhere - BAM! Take that!
Why oh why did I listen to my heart...
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