TALES FROM THE SHED
About a year ago, maybe more, maybe less, I was bowling down the local lanes aboard a Triumph. This is not entirely unusual, given that a Triumph is my go-to bike for all seasons, but that modernist machine is a twin, and I was bowling along on a single.
You can see it now in the pics (hopefully), and you’ve seen it before, several times. It’s a T25SS, or ‘Blazer SS’ according to the transfers on the side panels. As I bowled along (bowling being less frantic than barrelling, in case you wondered) I rediscovered that the indicators were becoming erratic. Sporadic. Intermittent. Occasional. All of them great words to describe an increasing but unpredictably increasing reluctance to flash. They always lit up, usually flashed once then stayed lit until I switched them off.
Of course, being a chap of great moral fibre I merely reflected that as the 1971 machine doesn’t need an MoT I need not worry about fripperies like properly functional indicators. Well… that moral fibre demanded that I replace the presumably dead or dying flasher unit. How difficult can it be? I’d just replaced one on another machine and it took probably three minutes. I laugh at complex electrical work like replacing a flasher unit.
And, comforted, I bowled on homewards, rehearsing my ‘Yes, officer. I know all about flashers, and will replace it forthwith,’ and similar nonsense. Then Spring returned and I parked the Triumph in a hopefully not-too-damp corner of The Shed. Like you do. And forgot about it. Like I do.
Until the Better Third remarked that she’d like me to put our best Matchless – the G5, not the G12CSR, of course
