[QUOTE] Aye; it could do with tartin' up!![/QUOTE] You orta be kilt,Clem... Postman Pat
bikerbetty wrote: Up until the operation, I was a real Scot. Actually, I was born in Ayrshire. What they speak there used to be called Doric. I know that since the operation, to get Ozzie citizenship, I've had a fair degree of trouble understanding folk in Scotland, especially in Whitehills, a wee fishing village, north of Aberdeen. regards, CrazyCam
David Robley wrote... Ah, is that it? I thought that they zapped their beer in the micro before drinking it. Where we have tea kettles, they have beer kettles, etc, etc...
Is that warm as in room temperature or warm as in the temperature inside a Lucas fridge? Know what I mean Cheers
What, there was only one other? Theo Who owned a 1957 BSA with Lucas electrics and knows what it's like to ride by moonlight.
now where do they make square heads ? remember we are speaking about a time when the japs were still stealing stuff .
Ahhh, I got it now. In Como, Italy, when they stopped making Guzzi big-block roundies. Theo When Bosch bought out Lucas, did the quality of both improve or just of one?
Can't comment , only thing I knowingly owned with german electrics was a troop carrier and a couple of bmw'a I did however own a lot of pommie cars which run ran fine back then until either the rain got the stuff or the hairspray washed off .
You don't recall all the minis and 1100s stranded on the verge _every_ time it rained? That's my strongest memory of pommy cars. Theo Who used to hoon about with his mate in mate's two and a half Riley.
RP7 memories indeed. I always held off spraying the wires for as long as possible. Once you started, I swear the electrics would become addicted. Before long you were spraying the stuff on by the gallon after even a mild dew. The Prince of Darkness was alive and kicking in those days.
In aus.motorcycles on Thu, 27 Mar 2008 22:28:02 GMT Ahh... Ingrid's 750GT Ducati. So allergic to water it would stall going over a bridge. THe ride from Adelaide to Melbourne for the first GP was memorable for the way it bucketed down from about an hour before Ballarat. Ingrid used up the CRC supplies of every vehicle that came from Adelaide and the damn thing still didn't make it.... Zebee - who contributed her small can to the thing's appetite.
Theo Bekkers wrote: Brings back memories..... There is was, driving my Cooper S rally car from Middlesborough to Newcastle. It had snowed, and the dual carriageway had a bright white blanket over it. There was a snow plough, carving it's way through, but, in the traffic behind the snow plough, all the slush and stuff was threatening to stop the mini's electrics. :-( Only solution, overtake the snow plough! The hardest bit was getting from the cleared lane to the virgin (if you'll excuse the expression) snow. Once there, overtaking the slow moving machine was a piece of piss. ;-) The driver of the plough did look rather surprised. regards, CrazyCam
A "few" years ago I had the worst combination (solo?). An 860GT commuting from the south coast to Croydon in the English weather every day. Every time the sun went behind a cloud it would only fire on one cylinder (and I thought I was doing very well to get away with that). N/
Did you never use the rubber glove trick? (Wink - no, not that one). Cut the tips out of a rubber glove. Stretch the wrist and slide it down over the dissy. One HT lead through each finger and the coil lead through the thumb. Tape around each fingertip and away you go. N/
