Well it was a beautiful day today, so after deciding that I was bored I dragged the old beast out for a ride. I needed to buy some fuel, and after reading in an Aussie bike mag that 98 RON fuel is a waste of money I decided that I'd try some 91, reasoning (probably quite incorrectly) that with the 9 litres of 98 RON fuel already in the tank, by adding another 8 litres of 91 RON fuel I'd end up with something like 95 RON?
Well, it ran, but lacked the power and response I'd hoped for, so I decided that "Spannerman" doesn't know #$%*, and continued on. I did my usual 50 mile lap, but decided that I needed more, so I headed up into the hills, to a beautiful little town called Kinglake. Kinglake was the site of one of the worst bushfires in Australian history a couple of years ago where much of the town was destroyed and many of it's residents were killed. It was good to see that the town is on the mend, and as pretty as ever.
I stopped for a beer at the Kinglake Pub, and shortly afterwards, some old desperado's on Harley's and Triumph's rode in. They were very interested in my K1, and we yakked for a couple of hours. It turned out that they had all owned CB750's at one stage in their lives, and they all wished they still had them. One of them still has the first Seeley CB750 in Oz, sadly he crashed it badly back in the 1970's, but he kept it in the hope that one day he'd get around to repairing it. I wish I'd gotten his phone number, I'd love to go thru his garage, he's got a lot of CB750 race parts that he bought back in the day, that are still sitting in boxes. Oh well, they don't live far from me, so hopefully I'll run into them again soon. All in all, a great day! Cheers, Terry.
