Home is the sailor home from the sea,
Her far-borne canvas furled,
The ship pours shining on the quay ,
A pristine Model G .
Haar haaaar haaaaaaaaaaaaaaar !!
I say old chap , a Model G in a box ,just the job to blow away the cobwebs .
Now then , as regards adjusting the timing whilst riding the old girl , just use your ears - mmn indeed .
You'll hear the old girl straining or pinking which is when you retard her and then when she sounds flat you advance her . No mystery at all .- don't yer know .
When starting have it about 2/3 to 3/4 advanced - a bike is like a woman old boy they are all different and have different preferences [ and vices , with luck ].
There are some of us who actually prefer a manual advance/retard .
Imagine that ! What a bunch of fossils !
Anyroad Bunty has been down to the dingy haunt of Grubby Dipstick and purloined his copy of The Gospel according to Sir Isaac Pitman ,and scanned a few pages complete with greasy fingerprints - by jove .
Thanks for the reply and scan. Went for another short ride yesterday. Maybe Ill have confidence soon to go for more than a block.
I did feel like a pirate once in my career when I ran coastal freighters up in Alaska. We stopped at lots of little ports and took 'stuff' from here to there and back. Sometimes christmas trees, sometimes food, sometimes ???. Plenty of excitement when we got to these ports with parts or toys that they have been waiting for for a long, long time. Sort of like waiting for that twidget so you can get the bike back on the road.