13-08-12, 10:28 PM
One of those Ebay "I'll stick a cheeky offer in, you never know" type affairs, boom, now the owner of a 2000 DRZ400 SY.
Only slight issues was it was in London, so flight booked yesterday at half twelve, flew down at half two and met the dude at the airport, bike mine by half five.

After bungeeing the original exhaust system, my backpack, laptop and spare gubbins to the back off I popped up the road.
Was great fun zipping through London, which I seemed to spend a fair bit of time doing...
:o
Found the A1, bimbled along at a pleasant 70+ and all was good with the world.
Until just outside Derby when she decided that she was spitting her dummy out and anymore than a 1/3rd throttle was gonna result in no fuelling and some rather loud farting from the gutter masquerading as an exhaust.
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So, 47MPH and a bottle of Redex from Derby to Scotch Corner where I lost patience and kicked her, to my amazement she cleaned her throat and we had great fun on the A66.
Some of those bends don't have sneak up on you in the dark mind you.
M6 and she choked again, another 46MPH run from Penrith back home to the 'Weeg, so about 12 hours from finding the A1, one numb arse but still a grinning Mel.
Work on an hours sleep wasn't so much fun mind you, but hey.
So, any of you other fine buggers got such a toy lying around in the shed?
If so, anything to watch out for or must do mods?
Aegis
Only slight issues was it was in London, so flight booked yesterday at half twelve, flew down at half two and met the dude at the airport, bike mine by half five.

After bungeeing the original exhaust system, my backpack, laptop and spare gubbins to the back off I popped up the road.
Was great fun zipping through London, which I seemed to spend a fair bit of time doing...
:o
Found the A1, bimbled along at a pleasant 70+ and all was good with the world.
Until just outside Derby when she decided that she was spitting her dummy out and anymore than a 1/3rd throttle was gonna result in no fuelling and some rather loud farting from the gutter masquerading as an exhaust.
:\
So, 47MPH and a bottle of Redex from Derby to Scotch Corner where I lost patience and kicked her, to my amazement she cleaned her throat and we had great fun on the A66.
Some of those bends don't have sneak up on you in the dark mind you.
M6 and she choked again, another 46MPH run from Penrith back home to the 'Weeg, so about 12 hours from finding the A1, one numb arse but still a grinning Mel.
Work on an hours sleep wasn't so much fun mind you, but hey.
So, any of you other fine buggers got such a toy lying around in the shed?
If so, anything to watch out for or must do mods?
Aegis