Or something like that. I decided that this afternoon may be a good time to wake the Ducati from hibernation as the roads had dried off by then and the sun was out. It was time to switch the garage to summer mode anyway... Out (finally) comes the Ducati. It had been suckling on the Optimate for a couple of days to make sure there was enough juice for it to crank. First, turning over the engine without any fuel didn't lead to any untoward noises, so it was time to turn the taps to their 'On' positions. Now, this bike has a pair of 40 Dellorto pumpers but no choke. In true ShiteOlBike tradition you have to flood the carbs before you crank the engine and if it catches you sit there blipping the throttle until it decides that it may, just *may* get the idea of what idleing is all about. This starting technique endears you to your neighbours if you tend to go for a ride on early Sunday mornings, as the silencing qualities of the Contis on these bikes are legendary. Putting it on megaphones would probably make it quieter. Ann reckons she can hear me coming *at* least from the roundabout at J10 on the M20, if not even further away. Anyway, the rear carb did as it was supposed to but could I get the front one to flood? Could I buggery. A quick peek into the tank revealed the reason for this - it magically hadn't refilled itself over the winter. A quick trip to the local Shell station sorted this problem. The front carb is still reluctant to flood but at least it gets enough fuel for the bike to start now. So for the first time this year I drag out the leathers, hop on the bike and away I go. The plan was to go for a quick blat up the A251, across to Canterbury and down the A28. First part of the plan was executed flawlessly but a quick check on the map would have suggested that leaving the A2 at the first exit for Canterbury may have been a good idea. Oh well, nevermind, I'll just carry on on the A2 to the exit for Barham. From there on runs one of my favourite backroads (via Elham, Lyminge and Postling back to the A20) right back to my front door. So the quick blat turned into a 1 1/2 hour, 50 mile+ ride. I'm still grinning like a loon and my wrist is killing me. The ride showed up a couple of little jobs that need doing - the clipons, levers and switchgear need to be adjusted properly, I need to check the front carb to make sure there are no blockages in the fuel supply and the idiot lights have got AWOL. Oh, and maybe I should finally sort out that bloody lhs indicator. ShiteOldDucatis rock.