Nice thought HD but my V6 twin turbo charged model hit peak RPM and then BOOM: bent the cylinder head, valves, con rods and the big ends were shot.
As this particular engine was both unique and irreparable, they found a Daihatsu Charade (sorry Bro) 3 cylinder job in a car park in East Acton and chucked it in.
However, all is not lost, despite the odd miss fire and over revving problems, it powers a pair of 175mm cranks on a velocipede on occasion and they did give me some metal hinges on the legs which are coupled with nylon cups and bolted in with 3 stainless steel bolts (each). The creaking and groaning of the chromium plated Ti bits like the owner, can't be heard above the expletives like 'f*ck me this hill is steep, why did I go this way' and if I forget to lube the chain for 6 months, all the better.
All in all, I have had the pleasure of sampling some of the best drugs, pain killers and chemical concoctions you can get your hands on from the NHS. All of it legal and administered by a wide variety of Doctors and Nurses of varying shapes, sizes and nationalities, some stunning some the size of Belgium. Though at times, the administration of said drugs in the full knowledge of their effects can only be considered as psychopathic behaviour. Oh, and lets not forget getting nuked in the radio therapy department which felt like being run over by a fully laden No. 42 from Hammersmith and for the same bus to reverse back over me just to make sure. Whatever doesn't kill you makes you stronger is a load of bollox, it actually makes you quite nuts.
With the inherent weaknesses, I can justify spending silly money on nice bikes, furnishing them with expensive bits and wheels that won't make me go any faster just so I can slipstream that arthritic 90 year old with his breeze block in his panniers riding his 1948 fixed with 46 x 16 for 10 miles and then woosh past in an adrenaline packed moment of near heart stopping exertion, 50 yards before a convenient turning, in the full knowledge a bus stop is there to prop me up so that I can recover and catch the 15.20 West End Circular.
If you have any more advice for my dodgy immune system, be my guest.
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That said, I never knew there were so many more germs you could catch outdoors compared to staying indoors with young children
apparently Adam Johnson never gets ill
Adam Johnson that is, not Pinno. Pinno just needs to man up.
De Sisti wrote:
This is one of the silliest threads I've come across.
Recognition at last Matthew, well done!, a justified honour
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He knew exactly how old she was because her mum introduced them. Horrible arrogant little paedo.
De Sisti wrote:
This is one of the silliest threads I've come across.
Recognition at last Matthew, well done!, a justified honour
As this particular engine was both unique and irreparable, they found a Daihatsu Charade (sorry Bro) 3 cylinder job in a car park in East Acton and chucked it in.
However, all is not lost, despite the odd miss fire and over revving problems, it powers a pair of 175mm cranks on a velocipede on occasion and they did give me some metal hinges on the legs which are coupled with nylon cups and bolted in with 3 stainless steel bolts (each). The creaking and groaning of the chromium plated Ti bits like the owner, can't be heard above the expletives like 'f*ck me this hill is steep, why did I go this way' and if I forget to lube the chain for 6 months, all the better.
All in all, I have had the pleasure of sampling some of the best drugs, pain killers and chemical concoctions you can get your hands on from the NHS. All of it legal and administered by a wide variety of Doctors and Nurses of varying shapes, sizes and nationalities, some stunning some the size of Belgium. Though at times, the administration of said drugs in the full knowledge of their effects can only be considered as psychopathic behaviour. Oh, and lets not forget getting nuked in the radio therapy department which felt like being run over by a fully laden No. 42 from Hammersmith and for the same bus to reverse back over me just to make sure. Whatever doesn't kill you makes you stronger is a load of bollox, it actually makes you quite nuts.
With the inherent weaknesses, I can justify spending silly money on nice bikes, furnishing them with expensive bits and wheels that won't make me go any faster just so I can slipstream that arthritic 90 year old with his breeze block in his panniers riding his 1948 fixed with 46 x 16 for 10 miles and then woosh past in an adrenaline packed moment of near heart stopping exertion, 50 yards before a convenient turning, in the full knowledge a bus stop is there to prop me up so that I can recover and catch the 15.20 West End Circular.
If you have any more advice for my dodgy immune system, be my guest.