Hello There Mister Postman

So that was some steps forwards and I guess time wise, the steering bearings mean most of those steps back.

What hasn't been a setback is a package arriving on my doorstep on yesterday. I'd approached Black Widow Exhausts to see if they would be happy in helping in the cost for a pair of new silences and linkpipes for the bike. Both were obviously beyond all help, I'd asked a number of local welders and pipe manufacturers if repairing the old ones were feasible and was consistently told that it was 95% rust I held in my hands.

So, after a few emails and phone-calls I'm pleased to say that this box has turned up at my house, and I couldn't be happier. Thank you Chelsie and Black Widow Exhausts, I appreciate it a lot. Knowing the rotted exhausts are being replaced is massive weight off my mind, I wasn't certain how I'd get the bike through an MoT with it blowing so badly. There's only so much you can do with exhaust bandage, paste and my diabolically bad welding. I'm now as happy as a seagull with a stolen chip.

 


 

As always, this ride and my mild tribulations are all for a very good cause. If you're reading this and enjoying it may I please ask you to have cast around for any spare change you might have and pop it in the Cancer Research fund-raising page at:

https://fundraise.cancerresearchuk.org/page/spikesldu

Thank you :)

Location: Penryn, UK

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