billysugger

I'm going to put my Fiat up and listen to black saabath later

You really have nothing to lose, apart from a few psi, by trying the pressures stated in your owners manual. Make sure you have a accurate pressure gauge for checking Personally, when I pumped my tyres up I always went for 1/2 a psi above to account for escaping air when removing the pumps' clamp from the valve ( it was a tight fit)

This may sound odd, but check your tyre pressures. If they have dropped you could be altering the footprint of how much rubber there is in contact with the tarmac, and this can have an effect on how the bike turns. Not quite the same as tyre pressures, but when I collected my cbf 600 I struggled to get that to turn correctly on the roundabouts on the way home and it threw me off balance a bit. My issue was the previous owner had fitted a far too wide, (for the rim) rear tyre so it had the completely wrong profile on the tarmac. I got a correct size tyre fitted, in fact I changed both, (road pilot 4s) and it completely altered the handling and it went round roundabouts like it was meant to without me having to bully it into submission

Am I correct in saying oil becomes acidic over time/use, so starts to degrade the material the belts are made from?

I was walking back from the local shops,through a little wooded area, and there was a van blocking my way, With some guys all dressed in hi viz gear and toting harnesses stood next to it. Are you tree surgeons I asked? No they said, there's only two of us

My knees would scare old folks and have kids screaming for mum if I went out in shorts. Both have seriously ugly scars, the left worse than the right. Left caused by sliding down the road, still on the bike on black ice. The tarmac ripped through the waterproof oversuit I was wearing, plus denim jeans underneath. Spent a month off work with the whole leg strapped up to keep the joint in line and to let the tendon heal. The right was a numpty pulling out on me from a side road, and this time I was in textiles but gravel still shredded them like they were tissue paper. Since then if going out on a bike I've wore gear with all the armour pads installed. I'd rather go through the faff of kitting up and sweating on the bike than suffer any more damage

Heard the one about the dyslexic pervert? He booked himself a pedicure

Beats loitering (within tent)

Group of us once booked a evening meal at a posh pub in Boughton on the water. We settled in, ordered our food and drinks,and waited. And waited. Cue lots of shouting and the sound of things being thrown (not us,from the pub's kitchen) ,then silence. About 5 minutes later the pub manager comes over to our table, and tells us the chef has had a hissy fit and walked out, and could the pub arrange for us to have our meal at another pub? We all ended up with bog standard pub food somewhere else, split over 4 or 5 tables instead of the one

Depends on where you get shot

Bloody spellchecker! It's supposed to be capeable

We are not capable of such things

Would have gone if I still had my bikes

And now, the time has come, to take on new adventures It's time to see a dentist, and get a set of dentures I need to ditch the jeans, and get some loose fit trousers, And now, like villages everywhere, I'm in need of a bypass

To the tune of a Dido song. I could go down with these hips And my knees won't work for much longer The need to go and have a wee, has now become much stronger Now I'm getting older I get pain in my shoulder