Geez, where do I fcuking start?
I was rudely awoken just after midnight by two cops banging on my door. Fark! It turns out that some lowlife scum sucking pig stole the number plate off the back of my beastly little twin turbo Subaru so they could use it to steal another car, apparently? Great, this is the second time this has happened, the last time was when some turd stole the number plate off my Ford when my son parked it in the city one night. Anyway, I now need to cancel those plates and buy some new ones. Thanks Kunt.......
My son said he'd set up my GoPro camera that I bought a couple of years ago and never used, so I could mount it on my Triumph for todays ride. Both fcuking batteries were fcuked. Great. I drove over to the shopping centre to buy a new battery, and saw this knob sitting on the wrong side of the road, even though it was clearly marked with arrows? Sadly I didn't have time to snap the four wheel drive who almost smashed into him, but was smart enough to drive around said wanker.
I drove to the shopping centre, but NONE of the hifi/electronic stores had batteries for sale, even though they sold GoPro's? Fark! I was desperate, so when in Dick Smith's I bought a cheapie gopro knockoff. The bloke behind the counter explained that I'd also need an SD card, so I asked him for the biggest one, as I intended to do a 120 mile ride today. "No worries", he says, and hands me a 50 buck 32 gig card. 50 bucks was a lot for a fcuking SD card, but what the fcuk, off I went. I got home handed it all to my son, and went out to start the Triumph. My son wandered out and explained that the useless prick at Dick Smith had sold me a standard SD card, not the micro SD card I needed. Fark!
I went to start the Triumph. Now this poor bike only gets ridden occasionally, I don't really know why, it's a torque monster, and I enjoy cruising in top gear at 60 MPH @ 2200 RPM, then just rolling the throttle around to 4000 RPM, which is 100 MPH. Anyway, I thought I better put some fresh gas with a few additives to clean the injectors and stabilise the fuel etc. OK, did that, but the battery ran out of cranking amps before it fired up. Fark! The battery's only a little over 8 years old! Then I noticed that I'd accidentally switched off the trickle charger a few weeks ago, so I got my jump starter pack out and jumped it, and the 2300cc monster burst into life. Woohoo!
Now it's cold here (middle of winter) so I wasn't fussed about the Triumph idling away in the driveway while I found my helmet and jacket, and waited for the wife to move her car out of the driveway, so I could get the Trumpy out, until it started spitting coolant, then green steam out of one of the overflow pipes, Fark!
I took off, hoping that the cold air would sort out my cooling system, and sho-nuff, by the time I stopped at a gas station to fill it up 25 miles up the highway, it was all good. After that lot, God forgave me for whatever trespasses I was guilty of, and I had a brilliant ride, while it was only around 50 deg F the sun was shining, and I had a fantastic ride, capped off by a visit to the RSL on the way home where I won 500 bucks on the poker machines to add to the 600 I won on Monday while I was waiting for my new tyres to get fitted to my other Subaru. (Rally Roo)
The Triumph needs a service I've decided, even though it's not due for it's second service for another 2500 miles, it's probably overdue time-wise by 7 years, so I better ring Melbourne Triumph and see if I'm still on their computer.
They owe me a free service after screwing me for 2200 bucks when the output shaft bearing exploded a few years ago at Phillip Island (where I first met Pete, so it wasn't all bad) and the fcukers initially led me to believe that they'd fix it for free as it was due to some incompetent clown in the factory installing some of the bearing backwards, then they denied any fault until I threatened to write to every bike magazine and every motorcycle forum to tell the world what I think of Melbourne Triumph, and Triumph's quality control in general, so they gave me back a little cash and agreed (in writing) to do the second service for free, including parts and labour. I've still got their letter, so I'll take it with me when I go to collect the bike. (I won't tell them in advance, to ensure they slimy fcuckers don't take any shortcuts)
I might have to go back to work next week after 2 months of doing nothing, I don't want to but my wife if sick of me being at home, (how could anyone get sick of moi? Impossible!) but if that turns to shiite, I'm thinking about a winter ride to Darwin via Adelaide, I must admit I am a little bored, and I'm sick of the cold weather, and I haven't done a long ride in a long time, so I'm sorely tempted to do a ride up to the warmer weather.
It'll probably piss the wife off, but hey, at least I'll be out of her hair for a couple of weeks? Oh, and they say that "Things are crook in Tallarook", but I found it quite peaceful today.......... Cheers, Terry.