Well I could tell you all about my theory that Juliar got her mate Simon the unlikeable to set up Kevin '07 for another defeat which
would have ended any leadership speculation, but Kevin knew that he didn't have the nuumbers so he fell back on his promise from 2012 that he wouldn't challenge, which, once the smoke clears, will keep him in the running should Juliar continue to be an embarrassment for the Labour party, but instead, I'll tell you about something else that pissed me off today.
I've had a big week, and have almost earned my pay running backwards and forwards to the beck and call of the shiny-arsed pencil-pushing pubic servant creeps that I mentioned in an earlier post. So after everything went quiet this afternoon (after another 150 mile drive this morning) I decided to knock off work and kick off my weekend early, by taking the 'Wang for a, er, wang.
I got home and happily for me, the driveway was clear of cars, so after only having to move the GS1000 so I could move the CX500 so I could get to the 'Wang (God, I've got to thin the herd again, methinks......) I fired it up. (after jump starting it, I flattened the battery a week ago and didn't think to charge it up again, oops....)
It was just after 3pm, but the traffic was building, so I figured that I'd better take my jump pack, just in case I stalled it in traffic. Lucky for me, the panniers are cavernous, so no problemo. Anyway, I'd only ridden 4 or 5 miles, when it just quit. Fcuking great. Fcuk. Anyway, I'd recently suspected that the fuel pump was U/S, which is a common fault with my model, so I pulled out a plug, and it was as dry as a nun's whatname.
I sat there and stared at it, while 3 or 4 guys stopped to ask me if I needed help, which I thought was great and thanked them, but sent them on their way as I figured that I'd only be wasting their time. I'd crank the engine, choke on, choke off, only to be greeted with an occasional ear splitting backfire, which frightened the fcuk out of the motorists who slowly paraded past in the Friday afternoon traffic. Now it was only around 70 deg F but with all the running around and pushing and scratching my head, I was still a big sweaty heap. Oh well.
A highway patrol cop came along, and luckily I charmed him, and he couldn't have been more helpful. He was concerned that where I was parked in the service lane I could possibly get hit by a truck swinging wide, so he helped me push it another 100 yards or so to a position under the freeway overpass where I was a tad safer, then he walked back and brought up my jump pack, sidecover and pannier lid. He even offered to call the RACV (Auto Club) for me, which I thought was really nice of him.
My fuel gauge was reading half a tank, but I thought I better check, and when I did, I realised that the fuel cap breather hose was blocked, and my tank had turned itself into a vacuum tank! As I turned the cap, it made a "whiiiish-ing" sound. A small, rather dim light bulb slowly went on in my head. I removed the fuel lines and cranked it, and the fuel happily pumped out.
Good. I reconnected them, and pulled that one plug again, and dribbled some gas on it from the fuel tap, quickly screwed it back in and put it's cap on, hit the button, and it went mmmmm, mmmmm. (it's a Goldwing, so it doesn't go Varooom like normal bikes) Woohoo! I quickly put everything back on, and hit the highway. I suppose I could have just ridden home, but I was pretty sure I'd sorted it, and really wanted to ride it, so I did another 60 or 70 trouble-free miles (on the freeway though, just in case it did break down, I didn't want it conking out in Banjo country, and have to walk up to a lonely farmhouse to ask for help............ )
Anyway, it went like a big black bird, which is great. I suspect that the cooling fan isn't working, as it will happily purr along with the needle only a quarter of the way across the temp gauge, but will easily get up to half way, or even 3 quarters across if I'm sitting in traffic for very long. I don't know if it's the fan or the thermo switch, so I'll have to do some testing.
I also need to pull the back wheel and diff out so I can grease the splines on the driveshaft, and see if I can re-grease the wheel bearings. I also need to replace the brake fluid for both front and back brakes, i think I can just about guarantee that the fluid hasn't been changed in many years. And that my friends, pisses me off.........
