Sunday I was starting to get itchy feet or was it cabin fever? (and I couldn't go to that meet). You know the feeling; Couldn't focus on domestic stuff, the TV package was onto repeats, and 'Remoaners' were still hard at it subversively trying to extend our dependency on the EU.
The XB hadn't seen tarmac since last November 13 and I hate to leave it so long. The sun was promised to the south so I wrapped up warm and headed that way to add some global warming. The only outward sign of the Buell's cobwebs was the seasonally absent neutral light. I will sort that later. It was cold to the point that I was happy to stay nearer 55 than 60 at first, which is a shame as the exhaust 'venturi' makes top gear roll-ons so addictive from about 57-58.
The roads were not drying much so I had to hog the dry lines to try and reduce picking up wet salt. Then one bend arrived fully wetted with added tractor slime from a nearby field gate.
Still I made it round. Later on the sun shone and the skies cleared over a local airport air port café where I stopped for a club sandwich and a cuppa.
The temperature was starting to drop so I headed home, fortunately with the prevailing wind behind me. The motor was warmed enough for continual roll-ons from 60 up (kph officer
). I now think this bad habbit is causing the extra fuel's disappearance. About 2 miles from home while traversing a junction I suddenly lost a gear.....and couldn't engage another. Looking down I saw that one of the small 3/8th bolts holding the gimbal ended link to the lever was gone.
I knew exactly the spot it must have dropped out, but a thorough search on foot revealed nothing. If it hadn't bounced into the grass, it had possibly been picked up in the tread of a following car. Stuck in 2nd gear, I had to ride the next mile to town at about 27mph with indicators on and waving traffic past.
Still, it could have been worse, and I made it home reasonably satisfied. I got a bag full of replacement bolts (which I will now carry in my tool kit) from a local engineering firm. The moral of this story is to check your fixings. Roll on spring!