Rode back from a camping trip in West Dorset in lashing rain and howling winds, loaded up with camping gear.
TMax didn't miss a beat. They're great machines. Needs a good wash now though.

Found that the quirky character that my X10 sometimes demonstrated was down to a sticky £5 relay, rather than any innate Italian character.

All that time (just over two years!) I thought that one of the circuits was a bit sensitive, whereas it was in fact a simple vibration required to shut off a relay properly, as a chance discovery yesterday revealed.

Without that faulty relay (which has been fault from new BTW) it would have been a 100% reliability record for the Piaggio over 6,000 miles and 2 years. Mind you it only surfaced now and again and was fairly easy to avoid, but still - very pleased to have solved that mystery .

Well finished off the srv and booked in for mot on Tuesday ,gave it a test run after I'd finished assembly just for a system check ,all works great . I must say I have missed having it on the road even though I had the fz8 to use ,IMHO the srv does 90% of things better than the fz8 ,even the wife said it was a far better ride ,so I may just get some improved suspension parts and keep the srv for a few more years .

Stripped both wheels off the 650 burger stripped wheels down ready for powder coating on Monday

ripped ( removed ) the plastics from the rear end of the 125 s wing, made spring compressor and removed a rear shock to blast and repaint...waste of time as it was knackered. Ordered new gas shocks..de-rustifed the welds on the frame ready to paint and cleaned up a few other bits.

De-glazed the clutch and replaced the transmission oil, cleaned the transmission filters on the AN400 K8.

Sold it,my 180 Piaggio Hexagon that is.Still have my Silverwing

Had my first near miss on the Burg yesterday. Almost got taken out on a roundabout by an old boy in a car who chose not to stop and check. Lucky I was able to do a nifty manoeuvre and missed his rear bumper by a whisker. My manoeuvre ended up with me in front of him 5 feet from a red light so I could explain the error of his ways. His reply of 'don't talk to me that way young man, I am a church warden' did not go down well as a even older lady leaned over from the pavement, rapped on his hand with her walking stick and laid into him about nearly killing me. Lights went green and I left her to it(I think he had stalled the car by then)

Went for a bimble done 205 miles now on this tank not on empty yet. Cant afford to fill her up to see . but must be 90 plus to gallon

Gave "Mr T" a well deserved wash and polish after his epic wet ride on Friday.
One of my Neighbours said it must be the most pampered motorbike in Britain.