Bluuurggggh....*stop*

That was the Trophy this morning. ****.

Guess who managed to get the vacuum tube from the carbs to the fuel tap
kinked under the tank?

And guess who had *just* filled the 25-litre tank to the brim, having
left it near-empty while checking the shims, half a mile before it died?

Switch to Prime, ride to work as fast as possible to burn as much fuel
as possible, and then sort it out in the office car park.[1]

[1] Next to The Smokers' Corner. Not, on reflection, a clever plan.
Luckily one of them said: "Oi! I can smell petrol!" and they all fucked
off sharpish.

 

Did it manage 53 feet ?

 

**** ;-)

Three-quarters of a mile, so things are improving.

 

Hard not to be :=}

Its the difference between Italian and British engineering :=}