Effen-El

Now this title is not actually a swear.

Its Me and Keyser's bike gang.

Well, there's two of us and we have bikes and a gang name so its a gang ok!

K's bike is called Fez and mine Leeroy. F and L. Effen El... gottit!

We had the most pitiful ride-out in the history of biking ever today. While picking Leeroy (my bike) up from the mechanics, Fez (K's bike) needed fixed urgently and would possibly need the evening guy to fix it... run off.

I gave K a ride back to base (first pillion for me as a fully licensed rider... yey!), went to get some lunch before we tattooed each other (not just 'cause we're hard-assed bikers but we are both well good tattooists, right!); while I was out the mechanic called to say he'd managed the repair on Fez... run on! HURRAH!

So, we both go back up on Leeroy (2nd pillion) and bring Fez and Leeroy back down to show one of our customers Fez. He wondered where the pedals were. Cheeky man.

RIDE ON! So. We both head up the Strathaven road with the plan of a once round Strathaven and back... three quarters of an hour at most. A first ride out together and we didn't want to tempt fate too much.

Well seems we did 'cause we wound up four miles out of Hamilton at the side of the road with Leeroy peeing fuel all over the place. (He has a float stuck in his carb apparently).

After ten minutes he started again, Fez was a little reluctant but K got his going. Limped about half a mile before Leeroy died again. And this behavior lasted till we just got into Hamilton again where he gave up entirely and the mechanic had to come out with his van.

Honestly... I don't know how this bug got time to be splatted!