It is with a broken heart I write this installment. My dog has gone to the big kennel in the sky.
I knew she was crook but didnt expect her to go downhill so quick. What has this got to do with motorbikes you may ask? Well who did you think I used to consult when things weren't going to plan when working on the bike?
Not much is happening in my shed at the moment I find it hard to go in there and do anything because she is missing from the spot where she would normally sit while I worked away.

I used to forget she was in there and at the end of the day shut the door and lock her in there. I'd only realise my mistake when it was time to feed her and I couldn't find her and she wouldn't come when I called.

We had her for 11 great years. Everybody knew..... where we went so did she, and all of our friends knew it and expected it. We used to get an earbashing when we left her home. "Wheres Tappet" they used to say, "what did you go and leave her home for".

The "treasurer" is heart broken.........

She grew up with the kids, looked after us and she will be missed.


There will never be another dog like her.
 
R.I.P.   "Tappet"

Some People

Crook again..........no me this time...physically.
Some dirty dog from work has given me their flu and now Im getting around like a bear with a sore head. And all of 2 days before we head off on a boys only weekend. So Im doing everything possible to try and shake it so Im fit enough to enjoy some time with my boy and also trying not to spread it around at the same time.

More news on the bike front. I tried to contact the guy who is organising my cylinder head rebuild yesterday and came up against some disturbing responses.

Without going into to great a detail, I think customer service is a thing of the past. I actually flirted with the idea of telling the owner about some of the responses I got, as he is on holidays in the U.S.
Im sure he would be interested in whats happening with his business while he is away.

All I wanted was 5 minutes of their time to tell them the "Treasurer" was on her way and that they needed to organise the stem seals as agreed upon by the owner before he left for his hols. It turns out this was to much for them to handle.

So off went the "Treasurer" with some explicit instructions from myself and it was eventually sorted. Some people just need to be told.

So ....is it "Wabbit Season" or "Duck Season".........I digress.