that nearly happened to me recently heading to donny. a mate was behind in his transit. I’d rather have rolled the van inclusive of gsxr than let him past. Arrived and the bike was listing in the back severely. No idea how it didn’t go over haha
I can see Adam that you're a Big lad, but that red cycling bidon's on the very large size even for you....
I had a few Stags back in the 80's. They never told me if the water pump, timing chains, or head gaskets were ok...
I used to have a ritual prior to a race where I had a quiet 5 minutes, man and machine (oooo errr). usually went something along the lines of “now, you look smart and I’m sure you’d like to stay that way. Let’s look after each other. If I go to a&e, you go in the bin”
One freezing December night when I was 17, my TS100 broke down. I pushed that f**ker the 10 miles home. There was one name called many, many times during that long walk.
I feel like the word ‘Triumph’ basically spells out this anyway. the very word itself should atleast automatically bring ‘rust’ to your mind
Oh I listened, I was in my early 20's and barely could afford to run them. Needle a fraction higher on the temp gauge, or a little timing chain rattle on cold start, and they were back in the Exchange&Mart.
My last Stag was a 78 in Mimosa. There was no rust in the arches, A big bucket of filler saw to that .
