I like watching this TV series (apart from being in love with Samantha)
for the WW2 vintage motorbikes used by the dispatch riders etc.

This evening I saw Series 6, Film 1 "Plan of Attack" which starts out
with some kind of single cylinder bike. It sure sounded funky.

Strangely enough it seemed to have modern-style plunging front
shocks, where I would have expected a springer or girder etc.

I also ride a single thumper, a Suzuki S40 (aka LS650 Savage) but
it doesn't sound anywhere near as interesting. Actually I'm still
running the stock muffler and it sounds more like a sewing machine
than a motorcycle.

Sean_Q_

Steve wrote:

Great. I'll come all the way from western Canada to pick it up.

Better yet -- all I really want is the motor. Could someone pls
pack it in a watertight, buoyant container and drop it off the pier
in Brighton on the ebb tide?

I'll retrieve it when it washes ashore on the west side
of Vancouver Island. Thanks.

SQ

... Cab

On 13/7/08 22:21, in article g5drk5$fp9$1@registered.motzarella.org, "TD"
googlemail.com> wrote:

I'd bank on it needing a bit more than a battery , especially as its being
given away.

Steve

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In article registered.motzarella.org>, TD
googlemail.com> writes

and now on another channel...

My attention was drawn to what seemed to be a news report on The
treatment of cattle in Tripoli, where they fire it out of a cannon.
Instant beefburger, what a topping idea. Brass Eye is back it seems.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ruef7aYCEbc
--
Dave
GS850x2 XS650 SE6a

"It's a moron working with power tools.
How much more suspenseful can you get?"
- House

I like to be called "Fudgie", if you would oblige me.

I've just threatened the troll and said his service will be "toast" if
he keeps it up.

I'm going to contact Telnor and wait until hell freezes over before I
get a reply.

But there are wso many news servers, I don't know where to begin.

All I have to do is be a good boi in other groups. I need to mind my
own business and not stick my fat nose into other people's conversations
and begin threatening. I'm a bully and have been so all my life.

TD wrote:

Which bike? If it's the 9R, then yes. I scrape the pegs quite
comfortably on trackdays, but not on normal roads. And that's without GMKD.

You have got the ball of your foot on the peg, haven't you?

Set off after MotoGP, and immediately ignored the GPS (cos it reckoned
the best way to the M1 was up the M11, and round the M25 - stupid
thing)

Obviously, the best way is into the City, up Commercial St, then up
the Holloway Road. Simple.

Well, it was until Archway.

Due to (as it turned out) busses turning right at the Woodlander pub,
nothing could get up the inside because the bus lane isn't in
operation at the weekend, so it's used as a carpark. A quarter of an
hour from Archway station, to the arch itself.

When the traffic subsided, I gave the Wing a little blat to get the
temp needle out of the red triangle, and then filled up at Scratch^W
London Gateway services. 125.9p!

M1 was shockingly slow to J10, then sped up to J14, where I turned
off. At this point I was 40 minutes behind schedule.
On the A509 I got to positioning my feet wide on the pegs, so that I
could fell like a riding God, what with dragging the outside of my
trainer on the tarmac when negotiating roundabouts, even at my pace.