TALES FROM THE SHED
Slightly wonderfully, the BSA A65T of fond regard (ha!) arrived complete with a clutch cable, a truly hefty device, which bodes ill for a light operation. However, it’s there, so that’s one insignificant expense saved. I am trying to cheer myself up. How is it that what at first seemed like a cheap, quick and easy rebuild can so easily turn into that oh-so familiar tale of woe? I imagine we are as one in this, thee’n’me, and that you also suffer from False Dawn Syndrome, a common condition I’ve just invented to describe the endless ability of simple tasks to turn into mighty projects.
Like the clutch cable. Somewhere nearby may be a pic of it. Handsome, no? However, although it’s not easy to portray in a flat 2D photo, the cable is enormously long. It may be that the American previous owner had his bike fitted with some kind of high’n’wide bars to suit the so-neat’n’sweet tank, but the cable is still very very long. And I hope you like my deft use of 1970s apostrophes, here’n’there. I thought it might add a note of cheer.
So, sensing
