there and back again, or... I rode this heap to Linkert Attacks!

 hmmm... mrs arcadian looks pensive, the dogs don't give a fuck...

and just as we were about to leave , the posty arrived 

with a lucky linkert t-shirt from paulie @ magneto zoo in sweden

who we met later at Rowans

a good luck sign?- I took it anyway, we need it...

 80 miles later and we're ok...

 I met up with Johno and Keiran (middle) in Watford, then we met Baz (left) at Southhampton...

Then 60 miles in the the fucking rain to chez Rowan in Dorchester

who not only dried us out and with his wife Kriss served up a mountain of food for fifteen

thanks for your outstanding hospitality my friend

pic of Alex(left) and his Dad (their 45 combie  blew) and James "of Jamesville" (Far right) and his mate from Copenhagen

It finally stopped raining the next day on the way to Exeter
at 7am we had to fix my stuck throttle, which after convincing myself it was the accelerator pump sticking and taking the carb off,  turned out to be the internal throttle mechanism. Lots of sticky blue grease helped a little but most of the time I could only get up to a third throttle,
still thats 60mph...

Knuckleheads 

Basher joined us 

'now which is the unleaded?'

Rowan feeds his knuck 

the bitch marks her spot

Baz and his forty year old friend 

so after some 350 miles on the bitch, we arrive 

more later dear reader...

meeting the choppergod in watford...

johno @chopstock 2013

Funny how everytime you want to get away, all of a sudden work appears

 the local pub ( closed due to the landlord doing a runner) 

needs a clean and... 

'can you help us out  - pronto'

of course  sir, your worship etc,

then my lovely partner has a wobbly fit (meneires disease)

so I thought, fuck it , i'll go to the event late (as usual)

but its all finished bar the shouting...

 and myself and the good ship (bitch) Christine

shall fuck off to pastures LINKERTS

on thursday at 11am

arriving at the chopper god residence on the way, approximately 2.30pm

one hundred and twenty miles later for a cuppa

and then my friends, on to  the holy grail...

persist...

 since this shit

cooking and empanadillas

sound proof wall and bookcase 

trying my mates latching relay 

but no lights though

tested the replacement horn switch, - the tester doesn't work 

test 'the new switch' in situ - it doesn't work 

so I try the third switch which arrived yesterday but had been posted first but never arrived so they sent a replacement, the one I just tested.... 

which finally worked - so in for a penny - in for fifty seven pounds

mini latching relay - made in germany

the shit stuff ( got a new battery for the tester - still fucked)

so no lights - and then I read the instructions...

yeah baby... 

they dip too... 

and so now we can go... 

on a trip out, 
ha ha, not that trip out...

 to the linkerts!!!!!!!!!!!

expect the unexpected... or fucking typical...

tidying up the handlebars - switches and wiring 

 drill and tap some holes and feed the wires through...

 looking good, and no fuck ups so far...

nice clean bars, no more external cables, just needs a new small brake master cylinder...

then connect the wiring up and... 

the horn doesn't work - but it does when connected to the other micro switch... but that's  for the head lights...

bollocks, all that work and the switch is fucked

if you go down to the woods...

forest bitch

on a back road that cuts across Tunstall Forest

maintenance... the never ending story...

old tricks are best

crappy old wobbly shifter linkage

crappy old crankshaft seal and ingenious removal tool 

made in taiwan

you shall wobble no more

I do like her new old style cover

oh yes, took the inner off for a clean and polish too

glitter baby

its kinda yellow here at the moment...

what a ride today, through suffolk's inner roads, 

we had them virtually all to ourselves 

 and the sweet scent of the yellow rape seed fields

as we blasted by...

fucking great

about... tin, commandos, food and a boat...

Tin primary cover

Time to stop chewing my ankle on the open belt

going commando in orford (honest)

 food fest in market square

and Andy is about to launch his boat after winter fettling

the cro has landed...

all the way from los angeles to paradise

and a little helper for Christines internal (or is that infernal?) combustion 
(NB. it didn't work and they are sending another, guess my luck is still holding haha)

a little green rosetta... its really getting betta ....

though mainly blue (streak)

The bitch seems to have found a new habit of cutting out on tick over, as though the ignition has been turned off. The old accel super coil gets a bit warm so I ordered this bright blue number.

I'll let you know how we get on, off to Oxfordshire next weekend for an unofficial party, so watch this space... 

A LITTLE GREEN ROSETTA.....
She started 3rd Kick, open throttle
No primary kicks, fired on 2nd kick but petered out AND THEN
 KABOOM
Fucking Great!
ITS REALLY GETTING BETTA.... 

how long lord, how long... one year of kicking misery...

Finally she will not start, just the odd pop and bang.

That was two weeks ago and I'd had enough.

So today I fitted my old points plate with new points and condenser
and my 17 year old Accel super coil
and junked that Ultima Piece of Shit 
electronic Igniton
She started so easily, a pleasure to kick, she wanted to start.
thats one year of misery...