Wouldn’t it be nice if things went according to plan? Don’t answer that, it’s rhetorical, and besides, nothing ever goes to plan, does it? Case in point, the 55-year-old Stingray.
On its first ride out it started and scampered along quite well, but it didn’t like those hills! Oh, and the clutch dragged a bit and the brakes were crap and the steering head bearings were a bit loose and although fuel use was quite frugal (thank God at the price it is now) it did get through a fair bit of two-stroke; stuff to do here methinks.
First off I pluck the baffles from their hidey holes and they’re mucky; two days ago they were mint, so how come they’re so manky? Considering
