The day started fairly normally with another sewerage works in Tangmere. Part of the site still has a small part of the WW2 RAF airfield within its boundary.
On Wednesday lunchtimes a local pub has a classic bike meet and as my mate Tilly was thinking of going he got in touch so we both rode over. Beautiful day, lovely beer great bikes. I was even thinking to myself that this could be what retirement is like when the phone rang. Could I do a job in Micheldever. Turned out it was at Ducan Hamilton racing cars. He must be buying a few more cars as he needs a new shed, hmmm
I didn't dare park too close to his new garage as Agnes's incontinence can be embarrassing so I parked outside here.Tilly couldn't resist the photo op
Clearly very prophetic!
I went home via Winchester and a petrol station. Agnes though had had enough. She just wouldn't start. She never starts that well hot suggesting magneto trouble. I cleaned the plug, kicked, kicked and kicked, 30 minutes later still nothing. I checked the points all seemed ok so I took the plug out again and wire brushed it this time borrowed from the garage next door. This is a good old fashioned garrage. Brilliant she started second kick, so I quickly got my hat and gloves on ready to get home. As I pushed her off her rear stand she died! I'd forgotten to put the points cover back on which allowed the cam ring to fall out. That took another 20 minutes to work out how the thing went back in. Finally she started again but not before back fireing, the poor woman in the petrol station had a terrible fright and came running out.