Originally Posted by Rob Farmer
Crap! What went wrong?
So this morning after the alarm had told me to get up, I left home a a quarter past dark, all my pockets loaded with beer tokens, my tank bag, helmet, gloves, and glasses, I joined the frosty streets, and headed for the station for the first of three rail journeys to Guzziland.
The first train from Reading to Paddington was bang on time, so I sat enjoying my first coffee of the day as we trundled into London, where I would join the underground for a quick trip to Kings Cross. Or so I thought!
It seems the underground people forgot to finish their work on time again, so all the lines I needed were shut, so I split a taxi with a woman who was off to Europe, and a couple of Germans, and made it just in time for my train to Newark, and another fine coffee, and..... relax.
An hour and a half later and I was met at Newark by the owner of the Guzzi, so a fifteen mile drive north soon had us opening the garage door to see my new bike, bike started and checked over, all good, beer tokens extracted from various pockets, and counted, all good, paperwork signed, and I was away heading 160 miles home on my first Guzzi...
Well all was going great, I was getting into the guzzi vibe, and we were cruising along at 65, the sun was out, on a chilly blue sky day, and I was having fun, when my foot slipped off the left hand peg, and on putting it back, it slipped off again! what the hell, I looked down to see my foot and leg covered in oil! :o just then I neared a junction so pulled off, killed the engine and coasted to a halt, the whole left side of the bike was covered in oil, it was dripping off everywhere. Bugger! luckily just over the road was a pub (good old England) so I freewheeled down to their car park, and called out the recovery truck. It will be hours they said, so I hit the pub for some lunch, Ham Egg, and chips... Mmmmm
Is there an O-ring seal at the base of the cylinder?