Got the bike taxed for Sunday, and despite lack of sleep (little girl with chicken pox), dragged myself out into the cold, fog of early Sunday morninbg to meet my mates Adam, Paul, James and Sam at Epsom Downs for the The Pioneer Run - we've been doing this for 20 years. As is always the case, the sun came out, and we had a good thrash down to Brighton for chips on the beach. The roads seem to have more and more speed cameras, restrictions, traffic and appalling drivers (and other bikers), and the Pioneer Run seems to be attended by groups of people on new Harleys, a few Jap bikes and not much else - hence the lack of any photos. In fact, the most interesting bike I saw was a fabulous Read Titan Suzuki 500cc cafe' racer, and I had the pleasure of sitting in its wake of two-stroke fumes round most of the M25 on the way home.
The S3, despite having sat for 6 months, ran beautifully, as always, though the occasional drop to one cylinder suggests a look at the points is needed. It was so good to get out on a bike again, talk crap with mates and have a laugh. Got back frozen cold, and enjoyed an hour-long bath, bliss..
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nothing like a good thrash
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