Got the GPX 600 running with the new ignition from Germany, even the battery is holding a full charge. Bodged up a fuel receptacle and it's ALIVE.I can now start all the wee jobs to get it back on the road.
Stripped my Hypermotard 939 to find pressure plate pin snapped @ 3500 miles. Was fun riding home with no clutch & stuck in gear......luckily it happened when i was a mile away.
Not especially. I’m going to have to think of things to do in the house for the rest of the week cos the weather is gonna be crap apparently.
I’ve some great advice here, Did out the rollers brushes and other sorted paraphernalia and get yourself decorating That’s me, that’s what I’ll be doing, you’ll love it!
As it’s a new house (well a year old) we’ve now got hairline cracks appearing where it’s drying out. I hate doing stuff like this.
I will be speaking to someone at Ducati. No way this should fail. Also the part number has been revised so maybe they knew they was weak.
Did some more work on dads bike. Cleaned the garage. BBQ. Fixed some computer stuff for the kids. Tomorrow - gonna experiment with plugging the hyper into the laptop - my mate wants to know if you can clear the spanner - i bought a dongly thing - like for my rsv4 so thought id have a crack with this also...could be handy in future for clearing errors.
Had a stir fry last night. Bat and Pangolin stir fry with a tasty Wuhan fish sauce. It was to die for.
A bit chuffed today. Yesterday ex wife number 1 mentioned she had found a suitcase full of photographs in her loft from almost when we first started seeing each other, funny looking back and seeing things. Apart from the usual embarrassments, were 7 pictures of a friend of several years who died when we were both at 23. He was a fanatic rower and health nut but died from Weil's disease. What makes these pictures more special is that his first child was only one years old and he was looking after her whilst his wife went to her last pre natal appointment as she was due to give birth to their second child, a boy. She came home to hear and see their 1 year old daughter crying in the lounge and understandably was confused as to what was going on but sadly found her husband, my friend, dead in the garage, slumped in a corner. We are all still in touch but this was an age of no digital and so relying on traditional photographs is the only way his kids can make a link with him. His 1 year old daughter wouldn't have remembered him and his son was born a few weeks after his dads death. So I've been in touch with their mum, told her I have the pictures, one of them is him carrying his one year old daughter weeks before he passed and will be sending the originals over soon. It's a funny thing about photographs, when they are digital, they seem less personal but when they are a hardcopy in your hand, they seem to mean more
