Schrodingers Head Gasket

Since the last post I've managed to ride the bike on a few chores around the lanes and then up to Redruth, over to Helston and back home again. Not far but there's 55 miles on the trip meter since I filled up the tank. The bike's running well, it easily pulls up to 70mph on the A30 and ticks along merrily at that speed. No idea if it's able to go faster Officer...

Nothing has fallen off so far although than the number plate had started to think about a bid for freedom. It stops and steers with if not aplomb and taught manners then at least it's not so bad that I've ploughed it into a hedge yet. Always a reassuring sign. The brakes are still terrible, the suspension wallows like one of Chacewater Farms prize sows and it's still loud even with the baffles in. But so far, so good.

So the only outstanding issue is the head gasket. Sooner or later I'm going to have to take off the radiator cap and see if there's loads of congealed oil entering the cooling system, at which point I'm going to have to make an unpleasant decision. I've got just over a week, which might just be enough time to get the engine out, the head off, skimmed and then put back together again. Or it might not be. The bike continues to run and doesn't overheat which makes me think it might be all fine and dandy.

But then equally, it might not be and I won't know until I look. But until I do, I can believe that it's all good. A sort of Schrödingers head gasket as it were.


I popped down to the Royal Oak to take a quick photo and met three very lovely people today. Thank you for your words of encouragement, they do mean a lot to me.

The whole point of the trip is to fundraise for Cancer Research, so if you could spare a few pounds I'd be forever grateful, thank you. https://fundraise.cancerresearchuk.org/page/spikesldu


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