Well what a week I've had.
Wednesday I slotted the battery in again and give it another go.
It worked.
I jumped on and whizzed around the village, (I live in a village in case you didn't know, population of 23, four of which are old age geese), in my trackie bottoms, Homer Simpson tshirt and slippers, oh and no helmet.
Thursday I planned my jaunt a bit more and wore normal clothing and safety gear. It rode like a dream and I managed to get 40 kmh out of it; not bad when you consider it hasn't moved under its own power for over 18 months now.
Now all I need is a bit of insurance and I'll be terrorizing Frau Schmidt from number 10, down the road, with loud revving and honking of horns before you can say "Hairdryer"!!
Work, on the other hand, has been a nightmare and I'm not a happy teddy, I can tell you.
Never mind, life goes on with or without you, eh?
Have a spanking weekend, (not meant literally there) and I'll catch you again.
Reg :-)
Samstag, 1. März 2008
Montag, 25. Februar 2008
Just came back from watching my daughter at ballet.
I am definitely not a lover of dance in any form. I, myself, possess about as much poise and grace as a lobotomised dodo and have as much idea about the secrets of the physical performing arts as I have of astro physics.
So I find it unbelievable when I watch my daughter, whose DNA stems from my gene pool, prancing and pirouetting like leaping gazelle to the collective gasps of appreciation of the other parents. She stands head and shoulders above the rest of the class and it never fails to move me when I see her petite form move with such a natural elegance and elan.
She makes my day, she really does.
Monday didn't turn out too bad after all.
Reg :-)
I am definitely not a lover of dance in any form. I, myself, possess about as much poise and grace as a lobotomised dodo and have as much idea about the secrets of the physical performing arts as I have of astro physics.
So I find it unbelievable when I watch my daughter, whose DNA stems from my gene pool, prancing and pirouetting like leaping gazelle to the collective gasps of appreciation of the other parents. She stands head and shoulders above the rest of the class and it never fails to move me when I see her petite form move with such a natural elegance and elan.
She makes my day, she really does.
Monday didn't turn out too bad after all.
Reg :-)
Monday.
What a weekend. Action, action, action. We laughed, we cried, we witnessed life in all it's rainbow glory and then Monday comes along and wrecks it all.
Why did God make Monday? It's such a downer day.
The weekend went thus, I worked nights on Friday, (overtime). Saturday was a day to kick back, open a beer and watch all three rugby games on tv. Wales won resoundingly and the 'Whiskey for every try" rule changed gear seriously in the second half as the Welsh ran Italy into the ground.
After the rugby we watched Match of the Day and then we ended the night with a "The Best 20 Rugby Games Of All Time" dvd which just about killed the whiskey bottle.
Yesterday, a nice stroll in the fresh air to clear my head, a hearty nosh up, fifteen minutes with the scooter, (it started by the way, only to die again) and then a relaxed evening in front of the goggle box with the woman.
Then Monday came along.
Bah.
Roll on Tuesday.
Reg :-/
What a weekend. Action, action, action. We laughed, we cried, we witnessed life in all it's rainbow glory and then Monday comes along and wrecks it all.
Why did God make Monday? It's such a downer day.
The weekend went thus, I worked nights on Friday, (overtime). Saturday was a day to kick back, open a beer and watch all three rugby games on tv. Wales won resoundingly and the 'Whiskey for every try" rule changed gear seriously in the second half as the Welsh ran Italy into the ground.
After the rugby we watched Match of the Day and then we ended the night with a "The Best 20 Rugby Games Of All Time" dvd which just about killed the whiskey bottle.
Yesterday, a nice stroll in the fresh air to clear my head, a hearty nosh up, fifteen minutes with the scooter, (it started by the way, only to die again) and then a relaxed evening in front of the goggle box with the woman.
Then Monday came along.
Bah.
Roll on Tuesday.
Reg :-/
Freitag, 22. Februar 2008
This albatross is starting to smell foul.
Tuesday morning I received a most welcome telephone call from the scooter garage.
The relay had arrived. Taaaa-Raaaah !
I couldn't believe my luck and really I should have known better than to have been so optimistic as to think that was the end of it.
I paid for the aforementioned item and drove home with visions of me, dressed in my biker leathers and a screaming skull helmet, menacing the neighbours at 25 MPH.
With a practised hand I whipped off the plastic casing and proceeded to fit the relay into its connection.
It didn't take long (aprox .3 of a second) for me to realise that I was cutting bread with a candle on this one and that the spacing on the points of the relay were simply too far apart for it to sit right.
It was the wrong relay.
In fact, after taking a picture of the scooter with my mobile and then showing it to the people at the workshop with its documents, we found out that they'd ordered the right part for the wrong scooter... ahem. How on earth they managed to order for the wrong scooter I will never know as I gave them the documents the first time they ordered.
So, dear reader, now you've witnessed a classic example of the famous Rule of Jones, (If it can go wrong, it already has), and you'll now know what I'm up against in life.
Bah.
Reg :-(
Tuesday morning I received a most welcome telephone call from the scooter garage.
The relay had arrived. Taaaa-Raaaah !
I couldn't believe my luck and really I should have known better than to have been so optimistic as to think that was the end of it.
I paid for the aforementioned item and drove home with visions of me, dressed in my biker leathers and a screaming skull helmet, menacing the neighbours at 25 MPH.
With a practised hand I whipped off the plastic casing and proceeded to fit the relay into its connection.
It didn't take long (aprox .3 of a second) for me to realise that I was cutting bread with a candle on this one and that the spacing on the points of the relay were simply too far apart for it to sit right.
It was the wrong relay.
In fact, after taking a picture of the scooter with my mobile and then showing it to the people at the workshop with its documents, we found out that they'd ordered the right part for the wrong scooter... ahem. How on earth they managed to order for the wrong scooter I will never know as I gave them the documents the first time they ordered.
So, dear reader, now you've witnessed a classic example of the famous Rule of Jones, (If it can go wrong, it already has), and you'll now know what I'm up against in life.
Bah.
Reg :-(
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