This Is A Call*

Or at least I've had one from Martin at Cornwall Kawasaki. My carbs have been split, the last few bits I couldn't do myself removed and they've been for a soak in the ultrasonic cleaner. He's then rebuilt them using the cheap Chinese kit I got from fleabay and I'm assuming a few bits from his personal stash. Apparently they're fuel tight and fully operational as far as he can tell without sticking them on a bike.

I know I've been told that the cheap diaphragms won't last for everlong, but I just need them to get me to the far northern reaches of Haggistan and back in less than a month. I really am hoping I'm not going to regret buying the pretender bits, but OEM parts for these carbs or any old bits of bikes are usually beyond ridiculous prices.

Anyway, I've got to do the school run and offload four one tonne bags of grass clippings at the tip tomorrow before I can pick up the carbs. After that I've got about five hours to go from a bike that looks like this:

Before I pick up my son from school and then my mother from the train station. Sixteen hours after that the bike is booked in for it's MoT. 

Looking at it this evening, I'm not entirely confident I know where all the bits and tubes actually go. But I'm sure we'll figure it out, it's not as bad as having to learn to fly. This may well end up being a long road to ruin, but win or lose I will get this bike to Lands End and onto John o' Groats come hell or high water. 

*other post grunge rock bands are available.