The Porridge Machine is a no-go, and Shirley is a Thumper.
I had high hopes that Shirley was going to be a Porridge Machine. Medium hopes at least. That was going to be the bright side smile to a dark and financially painful mend it, fix it episode.
With the gear box feeling as it does I assumed there was a good supply of porridge in there, enough to keep me going in the mountain cold!
BMW guys have taken it for a ride and apparently, it is what it is. There’s nothing wrong with it, the gears are exactly as they should be. I have to say this has more to say about Honda’s than it does BMW’s, but don’t tell Shirley that!
I think Shirley’s other name is Thumper, Shirley Thumper. Seems fitting given the nature of her beast.
I’ve fitted a new clutch cable and hope that’s going to help things, also fitted a new screen its a BMW original part and so I’m hoping its going to do away with the super speed vibrating nodding dog effect I mimick at 65mph.
I can relax and pack the emergency dental pack deeper in the panniers and not worry about the self adminstration temporary filling kit going off before I get a chance to use it.
The screen unfortunately is black but it is also noticably different to the other, considerably smaller and so the wind will hit more squarely. I think therefore I can refit the peak to the Tour X3. I brought it home from the shop tucked into my jacket with the new MOT certificate. That idea didn’t last long, dropped it all at the first roundabout. That’s why bikes have panniers, but they would be much better if they weren’t in my living room.
The Uzbekistan Letter of Invite has been lost in the Embassy. While this is unfortunate, maybe it will give reason for adventure later.
Getting any Visa in Moscow is, apparently, a very poor idea. It’s far too late now so I’ll have to think on my feet… wheels!
I’m going to rethink the packing lark and I have a sewing machine out at the moment making little straps to hold stuff on.
I hope this doesnt mean I’m turning to the pink side… 
Two friends came round tonight, I gave them dishwater to drink that had been filtered through my sweetwater purifier and it tasted TERRIBLE. They were quite kind though and pretended it was ‘lemon squashy’ while i thought it was just ‘fairy liquidy’. They came baring gifts, one with music for the Nokia the other with a great gift, a St Nicholas engraved on the back with, ‘Every sunrise and every sunset’.
I hinted that these days though I’m not much of an early morning person! I woke the other day and realised that mornings are getting earlier and earlier. Sunrises in the winter are easy. Sunrises in summer - a whole new challenge!
One of them burped as they left, a bubble came out.
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