The best laid plans of mice and men….

The bike is now back on the drive but alas the grin has been replaced my grimace. I suppose pushing your bike home is an essential part of classic ownership so I’m glad I got it out of the way nice and early…..

For the technically minded, prior to falling silent the motor made a noise not dissimilar to a lady trying to secretly squeeze out a fart and not quite managing it.

Despite numerous kind words whispered tenderly into the air filter (I was at that level and it seemed like a good idea at the time) and several vigorous attempts to start her, I decided to use what was left of my energy and walk. Time for a cup of tea and a bit of research.