Went for a ride today after adjusting mixtures and half way through the ride the bike I'd popping like a banshee on the over run and generally feeling flat. A marked contrast to when I first took off.
Made it to my favourite watering hole and it's running like sh1t.
Investigated and found that the remote line I fitted for carb syncing had come off due to the hose being expanded.
Went into the bistro and nicked a steak knife, cut the hose , refitted and all was well again.
Flogged the baldrocks off her on the way over the mountain back home and enjoyed every minute of it .
Nearing home I overtook a car, it was dark by this time and they follow me right up my jackzy on high beam.
I pull over and follow the twats around the block about 6 times until I manage to pull them over and ask what their problem is. I then experience a tyrade of abuse from the young lady driving who says " I thought you were a copper" Her boyfriend starts to take pictures of my bike from the passenger seat of the car and gets mouthy.
I told him that he was an F Wit and that I had their antics on my camera that is fitted to the bike.
I felt like giving him a good smacking , however I refrained and off they went.
Am I getting old and cranky? Maybe, but I hate people in cars who think they own the world when it comes to bikes.
What is it with some people?
A good ride spoiled by selfish self centred twats on provisional licences, driving a car that they are not endorsed to do so.
Sorry for the rant.
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