Since my little excursion to Ireland there has been very little in the way of biking. There has been a number of camping trips that have been most memorable some with Mike and Neil involved and some without. One in particular was myself and a friend called Ralph canoed the entire non-tidal section of the Thames in aid of cancer research. A week long self supported 130 mile trip in the worst weather you could wish for.
If you are terribly bored you can read the write up over on sausage n splash.
|A better day|
Now back to jangly type activities My tried and trusted XT600 has slowly become tired and rusted, it also required a little bit of attention to a weeping cylinder base gasket. Here starts a tedious rambling on the new lease of life of my XT.
To gain access to the engine and aid its removal i removed the seat, tank and all plastic side panels. Armed with a box of spanners i set about disconnecting all the gubbings that make bikes go VROOM VROOM. Whilst doing this i'm trying very hard to ignore the state of the frame that unveiled itself when i removed the seat etc. It was now or never. A quick phone call was made. Yes Loz I'll paint the frame if you get it shot blasted. Happy with correct response to my plea for shinyness i continued to not just remove the engine from the frame but to remove everything! 3 hours later i had a frame and several boxes of bits. The plan now was to send the frame for blasting then offload it to make shiny again. Quite a simple plan you would think. This is janglesville and nowt is as simple as we make it look. Other than ourselves that is. 3 weeks passed until i got hold of a local guy who came highly recommended (how dare he take a holiday) Still, no panic, i can crack on with the engine.
|In its early days.|