So I got on the ‘zed this morning and my first thought as I headed of was ‘FUCK ME! FAAASSSTT!”. Having settled down to remembering that my bike accelerates quicker than I’m used to in my Viva and my Mog, I pootled to the MOT test centre. Being passed by, on the way, another female member of the motorcycling community. Something which left me slightly surprised.
Anyhow, we got there, and… the test started badly. Whilst the brakelight (amazingly) remains working, the tester’s assistant bloke described it as ‘yellow’. I did try describing it as ‘red-ish’, but I thought I was going to end up with a dumb-ass failure. Fortunately the tester said “nah, it’s just a bit discoloured is all” which pleased me no-end.
And the rest of the test seemed to go well. Until he spun the front wheel. Do you remember those clicker’s you used to get on push-bikes? “Clack-Clack-Clack-Clack-Clack-Clack-Clack-Clack”…. Eep, I thought, leaping round to have a look. It turned out to be the brake pads, getting clipped by the disk each revolution. Eventually having stared at it and felt it a bit he declared my front disk to be too thin. As he wandered off he said, well you just need to get that disk sorted, although your swing arm’s got a little bit of play in it, but it’s not too bad.
I wasn’t sure which side of the MOT fence he was going to sit, and it wasn’t until he came back with the failure certificate that I knew for certain that Cherry would need her new disk sooner rather than, uh, well, fairly soon (which it would’ve been). Annoyingly, this means new pads, new disk and (of course) time. Oh, and the tool to remove the disk from the wheel. Never done that before…
I did consider swapping the wheel from Charlie to Cherry, but then I realised I’d need new pads anyway, and I wanted to order a brake light switch.Â But I need them to come, and me to get the bike back to the test centre within 10 days. Bah.
In other news, someone saved me the trouble of bidding on their stuff on e-bay:
If you’re gonna do a Phishing scam, it’s best not to put that in the info when you’re replying… It’s also handy if the mailserver you ‘re abusing doesn’t tag your e-mails as ‘possibly spoofed e-mail address’. So I’ve sent a copy of the e-mail, headers and all to e-bay, and I shan’t be bidding on the nice ‘new combi boiler’. No. I think not.
Mind you, it’s not like I’ve won anything on e-bay; again I’m back to being bored with the people who use that software that bids 27 seconds before the end of an auction, it’s getting a bit tedious. I’ve not won a combi boiler, a gas hob, a sink, and an oven so far. I’m now at the stage where I assume I’m going to lose. It’s a bit tedious really.
Anyhow, I said I’d be off to look at bits for my Viva. An entire interior, apparently. So I best get my route planning done and head off. I was trying to achieve launderising today, but my plan has been foiled by the weather going grey and rainy, this is I suspect because I *need* to do it today (last pair of pants, no uniforms left). And because I didn’t do it yesterday, when I should have.