Well if I thought the weather was bad yesterday, compared to today, it was like a spring day. It was raining when I got out of bed, and still raining when Spotty brought over his "custom" exhaust that he needed some holes welded up.
By around 1pm the rain had stopped, so I bravely put a wet weather jacket on (and wished later that I'd also put the wet weather pants on....) and fired up my son Tim's Royal Enfield 650 "Continental GT". I hadn't even gotten to the end of my street before I realised that in the 4 years (this month) that he's had it, he's probably never checked the tyre pressure, because seriously, it was just horrible to ride. Luckily it also needed fuel, so I rode to the nearest gas station and pumped up the tyres (it only had 8 psi in the front and 12 in the rear) so I put 32 in the front and 36 in the rear, which is about what I put in everything I own, apart from the Rocket III. (38 and 42 in that land barge) Not surprisingly, the bike felt so much better, and didn't fight me when I tried to turn around corners like it had before. I dropped my black Yamaha FJR1200 back around 2013 when, riding around the block on the day I bought it, I rolled the front tyre right off the rim!
Another problem I had though, was when I grabbed the front brake, it locked on, and wouldn't release the caliper's grip on the disc until I waited a minute or two, in the rain. This has happened to me before, twice, when two of my 1990's BMW brake hoses rotted from the inside out, causing little balls of rubber to travel down into the calipers. What would happen was the black rubbery crap was forced into the caliper under pressure from the MC, but as there's no return pressure when you release the brake lever, the brake won't release. I almost turned around to come home, but then I remembered that I rode the ill fated BMW R1100RT all the way from Hervey Bay to Melbourne (1200 miles) with no front brakes last year, so being the manly man that I am, I just kept on trucking.
My destination was Kilmore for chips and gravy, so I stopped off along the way to take a pic, or two.
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Terry Prendergast, on Flickr
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Terry Prendergast, on Flickr
I rode on to Kilmore, and the lovely Indian(?) man who runs the place brought me out a big serve of chips (fries) and gravy, and a bottle of Sarsaparilla, while I had a cigarette. It was still misty raining when I got there that I parked under the awning again, but the sun came out while I was eating, and stayed dry until I was about halfway home.
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Terry Prendergast, on Flickr
Anyway, I was freezing, my jeans were wet (from the rain, not the joy of riding) and so I finished my lunch, jumped on the RE, and rode home. Ride #19 wasn't very long (maybe 65 miles) but by the time I got home I was frozen, and had completely lost all feeling in my hands (so much for my "Joe Rocket" winter gloves....) my back was killing me (more MRI's on Wednesday) and my jeans were wet,so I put the bike away, and jumped in the shower to thaw. Apart from the flat tyres and wonky brakes, I love this bike, and I'm gonna keep riding it as long as Tim lets me. Hell, I might even buy one........

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Terry Prendergast, on Flickr