Sunday (this morning) I was looking forward to a run on my V11, the first in about 7 years, Fiona similarly was looking forward to getting out on her Kawa which really has done little since we went to Argentina in 2012. The petrol station is exactly 1 mile from my house, I got half way there and the Mandello Mauler started to feel like a kangaroo and then stopped, I got about 100 yards at a time before it stopped and when in striking distance I decided to push! I can say pushing a bike as heavy as the V11 on a Sunday morning is NOT a good form of exercise. Fi and I got new Intercoms (thanks Gareth at Perth M/c's) and this was their first trial, I think I can say they relay the heavy breathing and almost heart attack type sounds perfectly!
Bikes fuelled I was dismayed to find this was not my problem, we were almost at the stage of one of us heading back for the van when I had a thought, the fuel tap on the V11 is a strange affair, a kind of screw type arrangement, on checking it was apparent I hadn't opened it fully after servicing it therefore starving the fuel pump! Doh! At least it meant we could still have our ride out and a fun ride it was, it's been a while since we've both been on bikes that can not only keep up with traffic on the main roads but pass most of it. Breakfast at Gullane, a sit in the (Cold) sun at North Berwick and then back by Bert and Laurenne's to hopefully blag a cup of tea, they must have heard the bikes and hid from us so we returned tealess! A braw day oot as they say here, just need some more heat now and to toughen up, a while since I rode with clip on handlebars and my wrists can tell, its a long way to Sicily so better toughen up before then.
|The Mandello Mauler happier after turning the petrol on, Fi's Kawa creeping into the picture for the first time in a while|
|Guzzi at rest|
|A cold but happy Fiona|
|Naebody in, nae tea!|