Got the first born up on the ramp as it’s going on a secret mission tomorrow
It’s secret 'cause i don’t know where I’m going yet
Also been working out the wiring diagram for proper showing off later on the build channel 
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Pfft, call that a wiring diagram? 
I’ve just finished the 6th circuit of a about a dozen for a project I’m working on…
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If I had a Vincent I’d be quite proud of myself too
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you re wired that
Here’s my best efforts, although I didn’t design it. Jim Marshall did in the early 60’s, I just followed the instructions.
100% hand made by myself even down to drilling and installing the turrets on the turret board, this is how they did it before printed circuit boards. I’m quite proud of it, and its an absolute beast! Probably why I need hearing aids 
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Electrics and me don’t get on.
I’m just glad appliances come with prewired plugs now.
I can change batteries in toys ok but have been known to reverse polarity and no matter how hard you tap it or how many times you turn it on and off again they still don’t work…
Zoomed off to Hilperton today to see my mate Baz. Thought I’d better stop and take a pic.
This is the road between Bathampton and Bradford upon Avon. That’s the Avon Valley. Proper caned it up there.
Having a brew with Baz we discovered it’s been 13 years since I’d seen him. Mates, see, no matter the space, we chatted like we’d just seen each other yesterday.
Good man Baz - Mostly Triumphs and Harleys but everything in between as well.
Got stung on the lip by a wasp on my way home. Little bugger - at least I didn’t chew on it or swallow it, I think it was ok after I spat it out. 
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Little black and yellow bastards 
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Yes, little yellow sod, still giving me some jip. Also, yesterday the bike had dumped a little 6 inch diameter puddle of oil. Left it on a square of cardboard overnight to have a look today. Nothing, no oil at all. 
Eh? Ok, it was definitely out of mine yesterday as the frame tube was dripping when I ran my hand under it.
A 6 inch puddle is a lot for one of mine so up on the ramp let’s have a look.Weenie drop seeping out of the back tappet cover and a weenine drop out of the primary chain adjuster.
Eh? Ok, lets’ get it down and start it up. Then I see this:
Little shit is taking the mickey, along with that wasp. It’s telling me it’s run in and wants an oil change before I blow it’s ears off again charging up a hill. 
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THE NUMBER OF THE BEAST …
You’ve been invoking the incantations again, haven’t you, Iron?
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Pah, that’s nothing. Back in the day before air con I was driving through the country between sites where I’d been doing some grass cutting. I drove through what I thought was a swarm of wasps or bees, a few yards further down the road it was like someone had stabbed me in the small of the back with a red hot poker. Turned out to be a hornet. Now that DID hurt.
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I went out for a lovely 80 mile blast early this morning on my Street Triple (solo, Helmut is on call for work). Didn’t stop to take any photos but did discover a new road that will be worthy of further exploration 
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I’m not sure if I can avoid making this sound like a “pissing up the wall” type contest but I CAN, for sure, say that I ‘feel your pain’ regarding hornet stings…
Many, many years ago I was riding the 750 Commando (Interstate) that I owned - for quite a long time - and kept in Southern California. I used the bike for a number of long (3-4 weeks) holidays out in the US and covered many miles in the West.
Riding through the northern reaches of Napa Valley on a VERY hot September afternoon wearing my Bell open face helmet and sunglasses (I know, I know - stereotypical … but this was some time in the early eighties and was as much practical as it was ‘fashionable’, honest!) I kind of last-second-noticed something fairly large and airborn and then felt it hit my my left temple just by the edge of my helmet. I thought, at first, that it was just a large fly or even a small piece of earth debris - there were lots of trucks around - and that the impact wasn’t too bad. Then, a couple of seconds later, I felt the sharp sting under my helmet and it was EXCRUCIATING! I pulled in as quickly as I could, got off the bike and removed my helmet - the corpse of what looked like the apian equivalent of Arnold Schwartzeneger fell to the ground and quickly disappeared under my boot sole! Bastid! Within the space of a few minutes the swelling on my temple actually made it difficult to put my helmet back on and I was feeling sick and faint. I had to get back on the bike as quickly as possible and ride to the nearest sizeable town, find a motel and get in the air conditioned room. My head was pounding and I was beginning to get blurred vision.
It took an overnight stop, a long sleep and a LOT of strong painkillers and anti-histamines - something I’d never taken before and haven’t since - before I could contemplate getting back on the bike and continuing the California dreaming!
Hornets? Hate 'em…
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Ah, open faced helmets… When I was getting divorced in the late 1980’s I was stopping with the BIL while I was in the process of buying another house. He lived in a terranced house so had to park on the street. As he left for work he’d parked on the wrong side of the road and as he started to pull out from the line of parked cars he knocked a woman on a moped off (she hit his car by the nearside headlight) She subsequently went over the bonnet and hit the road face first. Her screams were horrendous. The ambulance got there very quickly and they topk her off to hospital where she subsequently had extensive reconstructive surgery to her jaw mouth and face. I’ve never worn an open faced helmet since that day.
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Forecast for this week is to get cloudier and damper as it goes by so thought I’d make the best of today’s sunshine for a few hours riding around the countryside. Did 4 hours with about an hour on roads I hadn’t done before, which were mostly preplanned on satnav before I left. Took a packed lunch and ate it in a field entrance so I could bore you with more pics of harvested fields…
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SWMBO’s Triumph, not mine, and not done yet either. 
Gave our bikes the once over before MOTs and noticed SWMBO’s StreetTriple has the self-centering notch in her head bearings (MOT tester didn’t spot it though), so ordered new (taper) bearing and seal kit ready for a little rainy day project.
Must tell her to be more gentle in future when landing those wheelies.
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Today I took the Triumph down to KC Superbikes, the Triumph dealers in Carlisle where I bought it, for a service. They also replaced the front brake pads at the same time. While they were working on it, I had a mooch round the showroom, looking at all the new Triumphs. Attractive as they all were, most of them, apart from the Bonneville range, had steeply sloping seats, so high at the back that I don’t know how anyone could swing their leg over. (No fnarr fnarr remarks please.) I know it’s an almost universal current fashion, but I don’t really know why, apart from looking racy.
On my way down to Carlisle, I noticed a broken down 4X4 on the northbound hard shoulder of the M6, with a disconsolate looking couple standing on the verge beside it, waiting to be rescued. I don’t know how long they had been there. On my way home again a good two hours later, they were still there. At least it wasn’t raining. I wish I knew which breakdown company they were with, so that I can avoid it…
The sun came out for the ride back home, and the bike seemed to be going particularly well after its little treat, so not a bad day out.
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