oldrascal
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It was such a stunningly lovely day down here on the South Coast that I earmarked a few hours this afternoon for a bimble around the Downs. It was so damned warm that I even took the linings out of my newly acquired Bikers Suzuka kit
. Ah, that felt much better.
So it was off and away with the raised bottom part of my new Schuberth C3 allowing the warm breeze to play around my smiling face. Paradise.
Then it was onto the first good bit of straight near Goodwood, a quick flip of my left hand to convert the open-face into a full-face and, well feck me, the bloody visor mounting disintegrates on one side leaving the visor and facebar flapping crazily.
Sod it, says I and I pull into a layby for a quick reassemble. So its off with the gloves, take off my driving glasses and rest them on the handlebars and proceed to remove the helmet. Sod me, the bloody fecking pivot has sheared and the damned thing is now completely useless as the pivot also supports the chin bar. Bugger, I will need to get home to change into the spare helmet.
So, having removed the visor, its on with the helmet and gloves and off and away. Five minutes later, I realise that I am not wearing my bloody expensive prescription driving glasses. Sod it. So its back to the layby to see where they have fallen and there's no sign of them. This is getting epic.
So now I am heading homewards on a small lane across the back of the Goodwood estate when 5 deer bolt flat out across my front wheel. Woooooh. No time to do anything except wonder how I missed them. Things really aren't getting any better.
So its back home and off the bike. Then I notice something wedged under the downpipes and caught on the undertray. Yup, my sodding glasses welded to the pipes. Feck and double feck.
So I tread my weary way into the house and telephone those great guys at Smart Riders in Christchurch who supplied my helmet. It seems that this is a known problem and they have the spare part and they can shove it in the post to me for Monday morning. Fantastic.
"How do I fit it?" says I. "Undo the central pivot with an Allen key" was the reply, "...but you are going to have to use a lot of force because it is very tight".
So its into the toolbox for my longest Allen key, fit it and start to give it some torque............'kerbang', the bloody key shears at the pivot. Great. So once again I telephone and the upshot is that Smart Riders is open tomorrow and they are going to fix it or replace it.
Still, its going to be another stunning day and I will head back through the New Forest so it should be all worthwhile.
Anyone fance a bimble, Chichester(ish) to Christchurch and back?
So it was off and away with the raised bottom part of my new Schuberth C3 allowing the warm breeze to play around my smiling face. Paradise.
Then it was onto the first good bit of straight near Goodwood, a quick flip of my left hand to convert the open-face into a full-face and, well feck me, the bloody visor mounting disintegrates on one side leaving the visor and facebar flapping crazily.
Sod it, says I and I pull into a layby for a quick reassemble. So its off with the gloves, take off my driving glasses and rest them on the handlebars and proceed to remove the helmet. Sod me, the bloody fecking pivot has sheared and the damned thing is now completely useless as the pivot also supports the chin bar. Bugger, I will need to get home to change into the spare helmet.
So, having removed the visor, its on with the helmet and gloves and off and away. Five minutes later, I realise that I am not wearing my bloody expensive prescription driving glasses. Sod it. So its back to the layby to see where they have fallen and there's no sign of them. This is getting epic.
So now I am heading homewards on a small lane across the back of the Goodwood estate when 5 deer bolt flat out across my front wheel. Woooooh. No time to do anything except wonder how I missed them. Things really aren't getting any better.
So its back home and off the bike. Then I notice something wedged under the downpipes and caught on the undertray. Yup, my sodding glasses welded to the pipes. Feck and double feck.
So I tread my weary way into the house and telephone those great guys at Smart Riders in Christchurch who supplied my helmet. It seems that this is a known problem and they have the spare part and they can shove it in the post to me for Monday morning. Fantastic.
"How do I fit it?" says I. "Undo the central pivot with an Allen key" was the reply, "...but you are going to have to use a lot of force because it is very tight".
So its into the toolbox for my longest Allen key, fit it and start to give it some torque............'kerbang', the bloody key shears at the pivot. Great. So once again I telephone and the upshot is that Smart Riders is open tomorrow and they are going to fix it or replace it.
Still, its going to be another stunning day and I will head back through the New Forest so it should be all worthwhile.
Anyone fance a bimble, Chichester(ish) to Christchurch and back?


