Mississippi Bullfrog

An old favourite She frowned and called him Mr. Because in sport he kissed her, And so in spite That very night The Mr Kr Sr. And one no longer valid There was a thick headed Marine Whose musical sense was not keen He said, It is odd I cannot tell God Save the weasel from Pop goes the Queen.

As our drive is on a slope I should do this when getting back home as the CBF goes into the garage facing down the slope. It would have saved it falling on top of me as I got off it a few week ago.

The bottom head bearing on my CBF is impossible to get out without a bearing puller. The top one can be tapped out with a drift, but the bottom one is inaccessible due to the design of the frame tube. However, on dismantling the steering it turns out that whilst the top bearing is mullered the lower one is pristine. I think I can get away with just replacing the top one.

Happy birthday, hope its a good un

Good looking cake. Hope you have a great day.

Ho hum.....its turning into a bigger job. There's some wear in the head bearings. MOT is due in April so might as well do it now. Probably rebuild the forks whilst they are off.

The winter has been hard on my CBF. Time for a bit of tlc. Painting the forks and radiator. Also fitted the replacement oiler courtesy of @S-Westerly

Brilliant suggestion - just under £20 from AimTools inc postage. Looks like it is small enough to do the bike better than my leaf blower which is too big to get into the nooks and crannies.

Use a mechanic's stethoscope on it. Or a big screwdriver. It let's you hear the internals very well.

I am reckoning about 200-250.

Last night I mixed 5 gallons of pancake batter. This afternoon I shall be cooking it all. School assembly this morning features my portable gas stove, a mixer and frying pan. Last time I did this the pancake ended up on the ceiling. (It was the children's fault, they kept egging me on to toss it higher and higher.) Fortunately our current hall was designed to play badminton in so the ceiling is safe.

I rode push bikes for years before coming to motorcycles so steering was intuitive. The Bobber though is a hoot. You just twitch your bum in the direction you want to go and by some power of magic it goes round corners like it's glued to the road. Occasionally sparks fly out from underneath which must be the magic working overtime. My riding buddies think I know what I'm doing. They are wrong.

Heated gloves?

As said above, sounds like a short to earth which will also be draining your battery. Disconnect the battery to prevent it being totally drained as that can damage the battery.

Nope, my CBF is carbs.

I've left E10 in mine for longer than that due to family issues taking over last winter. I've had no problem af all with it. I always use Shell in the bikes. What brand of fuel was it? The base petrol all comes from the same refinery, its only the additives that differ.

This weekend I shall be stocking up on flour, eggs and milk. In a moment of madness I volunteered to cook pancakes for the whole village. Apparently we now have two visiting choirs joining in who would like feeding as well. Any passing bikers welcome...the Mews on the village green, Whitegate, Tuesday 13th 4 to 7pm.

And that would have possibly led to the car driver being more aggressive with the next biker they came across. Not a problem for an experienced rider who can spot the signs but potentially lethal for a novice rider whose just passed their CBT.

No chance. My wife used that in her pedal bike tyres because she wasn't confident she could mend a puncture if she was out by herself. We were on a ride near Knutsford when she ran over a thorn and got a slowish puncture. The slime did nothing to mend the tiny hole made by the thorn but it did manage to totally clog up the valve. So having mended the puncture I then tried to inflate the tyre only for my pump to explode in my hand due to the valve being clogged. I fitted a new tube but then had no pump so I had to leave her by the roadside whilst I pedalled off into Knutsford to buy new pump. Knutsford is bit posh so the bike shop only sold carbon fibre pumps with diamond encrusted handles - it cost me a fortune. Plus the guy in the shop was a bit snotty at a scruff like me cluttering up his emporium. Armed with my new super-duper pump I cycled back to my poor wife feeling bad about abandoning her in the middle of nowhere. Only when I got back she was surrounded by young men on very fancy bikes who had seen her in distress and come to her aid. They had got the tyre inflated and she was all ready to go. So my expensive pump wasn't needed. She was very happy about the whole thing and enjoying the attention. I'm never fitting tyre slime to anything ever again.

On a Triumph Bobber.....there nowhere to carry anything. Even a puncture kit is useless as the tyres are tubed. So I depart into the wild blue yonder with the gleeful opinion that if I run into trouble getting home will be a whole new adventure.

You rebel!

I also use GUNK degrease. Screwfix also sell a degreasing fluid that is cost effective.

I have had 125s and frankly they scare me. So I'd go the A2 route and get a bigger bike. There are some great 300 / 400 / 500 bikes that have better handling, better brakes, better tyres, better suspension....without being so powerful they will bite you. If go the 125 route buy a used Japanese bike, look after it, and you'll get your money back when you sell it.

I shall nominate the council muppet who arranged the diversion signs near my mother's house. I was bringing her back from hospital following her stroke 3 weeks ago. There was a road closure with diversion signs.....except if you followed the signs they took you round the corner....to another road closure. There was total mayhem as people who didn't know the area went round in circles.

Most of the time I grumble about having to work weekends. But there is major advantage. My day off is usually midweek when the roads are free from the power rangers and there is better class of clientèle in the cafes.