August 31st, 2013
Right, where was I. I got a call from Mike yesterday afternoon around 17:00 to say my bike was ready so I rode the scooter back and picked it up and went to bed happy. This afternoon I decided to take full advantage of my now newly fixed bike. I know, I thought, I'll head out for 45mins grab a coffee, a sarnie and look at the local tottie, head home and be happy. Well, it took four miles before the clutch lost pressure again (this is with the freshly replaced slave cylinder), to a very hasty (mostly angry) loop back around via some dual carriageways back to the dealers who looked rather surprised to see me. Still doesnt work I say. Okay not a problem, the fault must be in the master cylinder; We'll replace that for you at no charge (as the slave wasn't faulty in the first place). Great stuff, smiles all round. All back together and off I pop, back to my local High Street this time for the aforementioned coffee/sarnie/tottie combo. It took less than two miles for the clutch to loose pressure this time, so I turned around and headed back. About half a mile away from my destination, I was able to have the clutch pulled all the way in and still be able get drive from the engine, this led to the inevitable stall at the next see of lights. I couldnt get it out of gear, nor start it in gear as it was lurching forward, so the local drunk bloke on the bench outside Tesco got to see me freewheel it across the pavement, onto the service road and back to the dealer, all whilst sat in the sun drinking his Tennent's Super T. You should have seen the dealers face, he couldn't believe it. So to conclude. Like Thursday, I started the day with a Ducati and ended it with an Xmax parked in my garage. Not the best biking day, but not my worst either.
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My name is Matt Brown and I'm a UK journalist formerly based in London, but now calling the South of England home. I've been riding bikes since 2007, but got hooked straight away. Nothing gives me the feeling of freedom, even when stuck in a city. In 2010 I became a RoSPA gold rider, but when it comes down to it, I'm Just a normal man, riding his bikes as often as he can.