I therefore headed out to the garage, uncovered the Birthday Bullet** and wheeled her out in to the sunshine. I had her booked in for her MOT on the fourth of June and needed to make sure that she would start. Initially all looked well; The warning lights all illuminated and the fuel pump whirred, but then I noticed petrol dripping from a perished fuel pipe. This wasn't a good sign but I thought I would still see if she would fire up.
I pressed the starter button and the motor turned over once and then there was nothing: Despite having a trickle charger on over Winter the battery was not in good shape. I therefore resorted to Plan B and uncovered the Honda. She was much more cooperative and within a few minutes was purring out on the drive. At leas I now had a bike to take in for a test tomorrow.
I then returned to the Bullet and removed the battery. That was when I noticed that the electrolyte level in the cells was low. I soon had the battery topped up and connected to a charger ... fingers crossed that it will charge over night.
My mind then turned to the perished fuel pipe. This was not the first rubber component that had deteriorated in the garage over the Winter. I had previously noticed that The Shitter had several rubber fasteners that had perished and all were all less than two years old. I therefore spent a few minutes on the 'phone to Hitchcocks Motorcycles and can report that a packet of rubbers*** is now winging its way in my direction.
There was nothing more that I could do to the bikes so I returned to my desk and clock-watched until it was acceptable to log-off ... for some of my colleagues this is, apparently around lunchtime on Thursday.
I then headed over to the Littleton Auction Rooms to view the lots in tomorrow's sale. I rode over on the Shitter and the ride pressed home what a super little machine she has turned out to be. The bike is small, light and not particularly powerful. It is therefore ideal for bimbling around the lanes.
She drew quite some attention in the car park and I was accosted by a fellow motorcyclist, who described her as "absolutely stunning". It is very gratifying to have one's work appreciated.
The day finished with a Chinese Takeaway, a large Gin and Tonic and an evening in front of the television. The weekend has finally arrived.
---* Unfortunately they never read them ... I even tell them to read them when I send out the pricing!
** 30%'s gift on my fiftieth birthday.
*** Fnarr fnarr!