Mornin all!
Looks like the last dry day for a while so we will be breaking the "Sunday is a day off rule" and getting on with outside stuff. (Edit, "no we won't" shouts wifey. Instead we did the stupid govt forms to get back into the country. as they can only be completed 48 hours before arrival we have worked out we can do them lateish the evening before we leave the house.
and I'll then have to pack both pooter and printer, maybe
.)
Just puttin this up as there is a tiny personal interest in it.
https://www.bbc.com/news/business-54429714
My Dad worked for Royal; Enfield for a short while in Westbury Wilts where they occupied some disused mine thing, lots of underground tunnels.
I had a poster of I think it was a Royal Enfield Interceptor on my bedroom wall for ages.
Could never get a bike, Ma the doc spent so much of her time trying to put back together the bodies of bikers who had come to grief, sometimes wilfully, i.e. like the time two were playing chicken and neither chickened out.
Was always telling me dreadful stories to put me off. So I worked on my mate's bikes instead! Only ever rode pillion twice.
First time I near sh@t myself as he was going down fairly twisty A roads overtaking while there was still traffic in the oncoming lane, then down a steep hill turning round and pointing at the speedo as we were doing 80 on a twisty road. Bloody show off!
Second and last time was just a short trip to go buy a car in my local town, but got told off for steering, or trying to, from the back, as we went past some pretty totty at a bus stop and we both had the same idea and ended up doing more than just move over the road towards them!
Funny to see the yanks can't build bikes that do more than just cruise the highways!
