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For me it's the mechanical side of things. I just love getting stuck in and getting covered in dirt and oil.

Well it was a nice day up here, so I took the bike to work, 1200hrs start as opposed to the usual 0600hrs. Then into work, chained to a desk And finally the trip home, 2000hrs instead of 1800hrs Then got told to Moooove along......sorry

The first day of Summer that a lady decides it is warm enough to wear something skimpy. "Ah, Tit Monday. It's not that far off now, that glorious day when, heading into work on the bus, or walking to the Dart, or sitting on the Luas, you find yourself suddenly chirpier than you have been in months. You find yourself smiling at strangers again. There is a mild involuntary tumescence in your trousers that comes and goes throughout the morning with the comforting regularity of a heartbeat. And then you get a text around lunchtime from a mate which says: "At last, Tit Monday!" And you instantly understand why you are so happy.For Tit Monday is that special day in the year when, for the first time, the temperature rises above that magical point which causes girls getting dressed in the morning to decide to show a bit of skin. After months of dull colours and chunky knit, the world's birds suddenly dive into last summer's wardrobe (they've not had chance to buy this season's stuff) and chuck it on without a thought. Your urban landscape is suddenly lightened with acres of naked arm and leg and, after many dark months of burrowing, breasts rising to the surface like moles at dusk. Big breasts in white work shirts straining at the buttons. Small breasts braless in vest tops, the nipples frotted by ribby fabrics. Breasts in summer dresses bouncing in the distance so that they catch your eye before you even notice there is someone wearing them. Breasts nudging out from the crowd at traffic islands, quivering to cross the road... And you know it is nearly summer. For previous generations, the arrival of spring was heralded by the sound of the first cuckoo. For us, it is Tit Monday. Not that it always falls on a Monday. Like Easter, Tit Monday is a moveable feast. Of course, there is Tit Monday Night. You see, in early summer, temperatures drop off very dramatically when night falls (Tit Friday 2005 dropped away to a parky 11.8C). But the dollies are not prepared. Slightly stunned by the morning heat, they drag out the summer clothes but forget to bring a cardie (a mistake they will not make again until next year),so that when they're all standing outside your local after work celebrating the arrival of spring, their barely covered nipples have no protection from the cold. It's like a Bring-and-Buy sale where everyone has brought hat pegs. It's like a prog-rock gig where, instead of lighters, everyone is holding up nipples. So when will Tit Monday fall this year? Will you be the first to text your mates with the announcement? Do not shoot your bolt too early. There will be false starts. You will smell fresh cut grass and see a couple of early starters and feel compelled to declare Tit Monday. But your more level-headed friends will tell you to hold your horses, keep your powder dry, don't fire until you see the whites of their bra straps.

That is my weakness. To put it crudely as Foamy says "It's tit Monday" When I see a bird coming towards me wearing a tee shirt without a brassiere it's like two ferrets having a fight in a sack.

This is closer to my real thoughts. The buzz as a youngster The freedom it gave me The places I have visited The random conversations from other bikers (past or current) The smell of fresh cut grass as you ride The smell of dry, warm, tarmac as you ride The smell and feel of light rain as you ride The ability to get to where you want to quicker The desire to own a bike you never have even ridden. Often because it evokes memories of yesteryear The smell of the heat from the bike after a decent ride The thrill of coming over a hill to see 5 miles of twisties laid out in front of you - woooo whooo Riding on to an early morning ferry The satisfaction of buying and restoring an old wreck The feeling of being alive................................................................................

mine have changed over the years, when I first started riding it was just the total buzz of riding, then sooner or later you have to start looking after it and repairing it, there's a great satisfaction to fixing your bike yourself . knowing you can do it and saving your dosh. now its just everything about bike's, my real passion is 70s/80s bikes as it takes me back, when you see a model that one of your mates had or one you've owned yourself. I like the social side of biking, meeting new people and helping each other looking forward to tt, squire's, & foamy's run also plan a trip to Oban Scotland this summer just as my profile says all things Bike.

Getting dressed up. Getting hot on a hot day. Getting cold on a cold day. Getting wet on a wet day. Getting somewhere to find that cars are parked in the bike spaces. Getting somewhere and having to walk around carting everything with brought with you. Going somewhere to find that people think you are some uneducated scumbag who can't afford a car. Looking for a new bike to be spoken to by a Dealer as if you are some uneducated scumbag. Going to work to find that people think you are a scumbag. Going to a autojumble to find that part you have always wanted, in pristine condition being sold for virtually nothing, to remember that you cant manage to get the thing strapped to the bike to get it home. There are loads more but all the rest are negatives. .

Hi, As you can see you DO NOT just jump in here with a question, it's for new member to introduce themselves and say Hi. Just like if you were down the pub, you don't walk up to strangers and start asking questions you say Hi first and tell them who you are and something about yourself, we are NOT a bunch of mechanics or gurus who you can shout questions at and demand answers, we are just like you bike owners who like to help each other out if we can or take the piss if the question is stupid. So PLEASE start again and do a proper intro and we will treat you the way you would like to be treated. We do not wish to offend but some things (like manners) need to be learned. Don't go away mad just redo it.

i was shocked to find out an old school mate had died from indigestion of all things . . cant believe Gav is gone

or maybe left one of the ignition caps off and its running on 3 cyls?

If it is chain drive check the owners manual to make sure you've got the right amount of freeplay in the drive chain. If it was ok before they may have over tightened the chain which will put stress on the gearbox output shaft and rear wheel bearings.

My mate's bike was taken in the first service (the free labour, just pay for the parts @600miles/1000km). Part of the service was to balance the throttle bodies [if needed]. When it went in it was fine, when he picked it up it was vibey - he got it home and did balance again, they set them all wrong!!!! He phoned them up and gave them a right rollocking. I bet they've done the balance wrong.

Hi mate I can only add to the above. If the problem was not there before the service, then its the workshops' issue

You must take it back to the people who did the service. If you try to put it right yourself, you will invalidate the warranty

Hi Vijay, take it back and tell him it's wrong, not much else to say really as you have a problem that was not there when you took it in and now it is there so it has to be something they have done to it. Don't take no for an answer and if all else fails talk to the manager and get him to sort it out. Not sure what the situation is in India with customer relations but most people want to keep their customers happy if for nothing else so they come back again. Best I can do for you really, good luck. Ride safe.

Cheers Noise, aye the 89 DT's actually had a pink seat and pink shock, not really for me that, as for a garage I've got a 20 x 10 man den, but that's cluttered with bikes and stuff, and working in the kitchen, that would get me deaf and dumb sandwiches for a fortnight that would.