TALES FROM THE SHED
Who could ask for more?The little Norton was running well, starting well, steering well, and indeed stopping well. Hurrah. Although there was a certain amount of cosmetic challenge to infest the ointment, that's only to be expected with a motorcycle from 1965 or so. Any motorcycle. Even 1965 Japanese motorcycles rot. I know this.
The spare rear mudguard had been sitting on my very battered workmate for a couple of weeks since the very handsome Chris down the lane had blasted the paint and rot of ages from it. You will be unsurprised to learn that I am completely over-familiar with the way things can rust in The Shed, located as it usually is by the mighty briny - aka the Atlantic Ocean, a large body of salty water which occasionally produces a miasma which speedily devours steels and the like. And as a result of this sad over-familiarity, I had of course set to with Stuff to prevent the freshly blasted guard from rotting again before my very eyes.
Easiest is the inside, or underside, or invisible side. That immediately received an entire aerosol of the very finest black Smooth rite, a remarkable product from the Hammerite family which needs no surface preparation - no primers nor undercoats. I've used it very lots down the years and it
