That damn scooter.
So riding around the Formula 1 GP circuit on the way to work (how many people can say that?), the scooter stepped out and got up a nice ol' wobble as she went round a corner. i knew straight away what the problem was. On inspection, I was right:

So here's how I was situated. Stuck in the relative middle of nowhere. What to do?
Call Donny and get him to bring Holden's BLOODY MARVELLOUSLY CONVENIENT VE Ute and pick me up:

He's taken the little bugger to Brighton Kawasaki and hey presto it will be solved.
This is only my second ever flat tyre on a motorised bike. Weirdly enough, when Rachel and I went around Australia, we didn't get one flat. 20,000 k's no flats. The scooter? less than 600 k's and we're off for a repair. Don't let this become a pattern.

So here's how I was situated. Stuck in the relative middle of nowhere. What to do?
Call Donny and get him to bring Holden's BLOODY MARVELLOUSLY CONVENIENT VE Ute and pick me up:
He's taken the little bugger to Brighton Kawasaki and hey presto it will be solved.
This is only my second ever flat tyre on a motorised bike. Weirdly enough, when Rachel and I went around Australia, we didn't get one flat. 20,000 k's no flats. The scooter? less than 600 k's and we're off for a repair. Don't let this become a pattern.
Labels: funny, in the garage, scooter, weird













