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Guzzi rider comes out.

Yeah, some of that stuff is much too dangerous, but mostly, it's not in tune with the Guzzi aesthetic. I'm working on a device to put the soul back into the filter spin-off issue. What with phonographs, radiograms and the like being commonly regarded as old-hat technology, there is a good supply of discarded gramophone pick-ups available, most of 'em in the back room of Moto Guzzi enthusiasts. Handy – because the phono pickup is an excellent transverse motion detector. So, select a pickup or transducer that has a good long, hefty needle, point or stylus. Proceed to mount the pickup inside the sump so that the 'needle' rests against the surface of the filter case. Secure it in place with thread and shellac. The wires from the pickup can be fed through an indentation in the sump gasket. I prefer to use a sandwich of two gaskets together. It then only requires the miracle of valve amplification and a handlebar-mounted loudspeaker to complete the device. Before putting on a new oil filter, inscribe its case with grooves or tracks that the pickup needle will follow. Then, when the filter goes into spin mode, warning notification (hopefully musical) will be instantly relayed to the gentleman-guzzier. Part 2 will explain how, with the aid of a reverse megaphone, a piece of paper and a stout needle, a musical ditty or a message, such as, Warning! Warning!, can be faithfully reproduced in the filter grooves.

ebay is your man

Shockproof Heavy seems to be the preference among the Scura boys, from what I read here.

My eyesight's getting bad. Did you say that Tenni Guys prefer a lite grope, thank you?

Are you including the Tenni Guys in that, er, query?

DB is what I've usually been called, so... he could mean...

Yeah, coat starts with a 'c'

MOT for you guys seems to be party time!? Here it's all computer controlled and logged at Government Test Centres. Bikes are still more hands on though, as half the (car testing) machines are no good for them. Even the test time is extremely strict. A minute late and you won't be taken – fee lost. I missed a test because I couldn't get away from work. Then failed the test in November 'cause there was a faulty brake switch (20 year old car). Anytime that I checked, the lights were on, but of course the intermittent fault showed up when tested at the Centre! So I had to book another test and haven't had time 'til now, so it's another full test rather than a cheaper re-test. Set off for the test this week, direct route over the hills. Road closed. Major detour so I was 10 miunutes late for test. Pleaded and pleaded but late is late and time slot was lost. So I had to book another test.* That was going to be over £100 on this saga just for the privilege of booking tests – with no pass. *There was a happy ending. As I pleaded even more about not paying another full fee the cashier went and had another discussion with the manager, who eventually relented and let me come back a few hours later when he squeezed me into the test line. Pass.

Hmm. Designer specs are all the rage, but that's a cut above. Cool move. Maximum respect.

C'est un repas grand

I see it as a sheep, with big feet

12th May this year. I might actually be able to make it. Usually I have work commitments that clash.

The older boys on here, claim that Redline Heavy is some sort of cure-all. Have you considered fitting a Power Commander? In the circumstances, the way things are going, a sloppage tray would be a useful investment.

Hey – it wasn't me, it was the elf!

...a museum piece then?

"Mr Boyd is accused of stealing bras, knickers and stockings" How funny. My passport and driving licence do indeed say Robert Boyd. I must have been sleep walking. And last I heard, it wasn't firing. bras, knickers and stockings You've seen John O'Sullivan's holiday snaps too?

I live in the UK ye eedjits

I could eat one of those. Maybe two. Preferably cooked. Seems to be the same mistake as folk make when not differentiating between Tenni Guys and Scura Men. Ditto Actually, on reconsideration, it's only a difference in tense Mincing Americans ––––> Minced Americans Same thing, different time

because they like to think that it is made from minced Americanos?

Re offer to bring Mike Wilson some sprouts from Brussels. Sorry. I was served some sprouts but I ate them, so you probably wouldn't want them at this stage. When out eating, I was tempted to have horse, but out of consideration for the vegaterian sitting beside me, I went for something smaller, a bunny rabbit, hoping that she wouldn't notice. I could have inadvertantly ended up with vegatarian, mind you, as I think that I requested La Pain instead of Lapin. Thankfully, the eatery seemed to understand that I didn't have bread in mind. What else do they eat there? Oh yeah... eels. Yesterday I had a good serving of raw minced beef. Anyway – traffic. It's murder. Seems hilarious to me that at the heart of Eurobeaurocracy is some of the worst driving in the world. Where do you drive? Oh, anywhere. It was not unusual to find traffic going in opposite directions on the same side of the road. Not many white lines. Lots of holes and road deconstruction. No doubt some perceived chaos was due to the mysteries of Prioritie a Droite – and a misappreciation of the supernatural powers of mental telepathy that Belgian drivers have. ?

iSee what your're doiNg there

where from? a car / motor factor?

I'm off to Brussels on Friday. I'll bring you back some sprouts.

I'm just concerned that you have access to the correct date. For example, you could be reading the Forum here and so get overcome with the urge to escape, er, to get out and ride your bike. As you go, you notice that the computer tells you it's the 25th of month. Off you go. Ride about, tootle, tootle, ping, tootle, back to house, stop. Glance at expensive watch wot tells you it's only the 20th of month. ! Yikes. You know you've already eaten all the food that you had for the 21st, 22nd, 23rd, 24th and most of 25th. But it's now only the 20th. What are you going to do? You decide you better get back on bike and ride around until time catches up and watch shows that you're at 25th of month. Set off on bike, then realise that you've also used all fuel for 21st, 22nd, 23rd and 24th! Life has become impossible. Watches. You're better off without 'em.