My bike's half broken

Got home yesterday with the bike running on (I think) only two cylinders.
I had ridden from Ayr to Glasgow (approx. 35 miles) in what can only be
described as a monsoon the whole way.

When I came off the M8 the bike was losing one cylinder just off idle. It
idled OK-ish, give the throttle a blip and there was slight hesitation
before the fourth one chimed in about 1500 ~ 2000 rpm. Still had to get
home.

Back on bike for twenty mile ride home. Still running the same, still a
monsoon. Bike ran a bit rough, sixth gear wasn't being helpful so ran
along fifth. Then about eight miles from home one cylinder just died
completely. Got off the motorway, four miles to go, and I think I had a
two and a half cylinder. By the time I got home I think another one had
gone west. It wouldn't pull the skin off a rice pudding.

So, to my question. Have I possibly stored up some future engine damage
or demise. I'm generally thinking of the effects of bore wash.

It's been a long, long time since I rode in weather like that. The wife
poured water out one of my gloves when I got home and my "waterproof"
trousers and my boots had given up the ghost early on. My Akito Cordura
jacket kept my body completely dry though, which was nice. Thank **** it
wasn't cold.

 

you should of gone before you went.

Make out like you have'nt shitt yourself
and they wo'nt care about the piss.

 

If I did what? care that you have pissed yourself?
beleive me I do'nt care if you have come in your waterproofs.
Just tuck them in to your boots theres' a good chap.

for your vallue of normal maybe this woul'd be true.

 

PKB.
The gaul of it.

I do'nt no weather to be a mused or in'salted.
a puntuatoin flame from one of the illiterati

you are trying are'nt you? trying to run before you can wolk.

Listen Antione:
"log" in to ebay, buy yourself a talking turd and pull the string.
"eckoutay m' repettay"

Bonn nole toolemond.

 

Antoine wrote:

<snip shitte>

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH! GET HER!

Like you know about thatt. HA!

I learn'ed a bit more of it at primary school than yew evidently did.
That I choose to use a funnetick form on here is not the point.
I could use "the queens englisch" you evidently couldnt as eviddentsed
by yore
hilariuos pcuntuation flame earlier. Even if you are a bit of a queen.

Its a ****'n sight funnier than a plush talking turd on ebay you stupid
****.

 

'virtual' ****?

Nah mate - you're the real thing.

 

this is like watching lepers arm-wrestle.

Bring back Bear -v- Lady Nina.

 

You can't even write "the q(sic)ueens(sic) e(sic)nglisc(sic)h" without
making four mistakes, so I find it a little hard to believe you could
use it.

 

Thanks, m8, you are very kind, but was it nott that frog cuntt who said
"virtue cannot separate itself from reality without becoming a
principle of evil."?

 

Except it seems to ba lasting longer.

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veal wrote

<lol>

 

If yore messidj had arrived on paper, it would be yellowish newsprint,
damp and ammonia-saturated, illitterut and stinking. Your riting would
be a dirty brown strip up the middle, just about the width of the finga
I raze to you now.

Its only incomprehensibal if you are too stupid to unerstand it you
vackuus windbag.

Being taking lessons? Being taking lessons? I say Ha! Ha! Lessons?
Il'l give you one= learn to kno wen your beaten old sun.

 

This form the grandma and ****'puation queen.

Wire lie cou'd take issue with your use of ellippsis, what the **** has
this to do with anything? Are you saying Tony Blair masterbaits?
If you can't talk sense, shut up. Go for a ride on you motorcycle and
then you can pretend that it's raining outside. And someone shat in
your trousers.

 

The secret is to keep banging the rocks together guys.

 

And your mum stinks, no, she is so fat, no, so ugly, that Im only going
to shag her up the, er, no, Im not going to shag her at all anymore,
no, I rolled over twice and I was still on top of her, no, they thought
she was the ugliest whale ever, no, a gorilla, erm, she said you were
an accident, er, oh, just go shit in your trousers again you paphetic
dolt.

 

lern to spel you euro fucker

you reconised my descripion of your mum then

you don't seem to get anything over sun reder level so I toned it dan
for ee.

You carry on trying to convince everyone that you haven't pissed yer
trousers an shitt yersen' but you let it slip big stial. Im going home
now and when I get there Im not going to have to preten it has been
raining.

I might stop off and give your mum one up the shitter, i ca'nt bring
myself to do the front not since i knew you been up there at least the
once.

 

It's a clever little troll, this one.

 

As long as you didn't thrash it while it was on 2 or 3 cyls, it's
probably survived.

A mate managed to kill a GS crankshaft because he thrashed the fucker
back from Southampton to Luton on two cylinders.

 

troll my arse.

I poke a leetel fun at an accidental double meening. could'nt resist.
Antoine gets snappy. seemd to me you were looking for somthing to get
your teeth into a couple of days ago anyway. well I am sinceerly very
sorry I upset you Antoine. you did'nt deserve it. and i was bang out of
order.

 

There's more chance of an amoeba developing nuclear weapons the two
protagonists here developing intelligence.