Get yer top off!

I am back with the troublesome triple again: at least the worries of the gearbox internals (which are not available any more in new form and as rare as rocking horse excreta in a good used condition) are now firmly behind me.

I am afraid that you will need to bear with me as I am going to have to play fast and loose with the space time continuum in that telling you all about the excitement of having the cog swappers renewed and shimmed up was too exciting to keep to myself, but in terms of the telling of the story about the misery of ownership of the pestilent ‘Purple Pain’, I need to take you back to a time before I had spent a king’s ransom on packaging and heavily insured carriage to send the box ‘oop north’.

Because the previous owner had allowed his investment to become corroded