This certainly ain’t no Chevy.
Headed out early, as I did not manage to sleep much. Due to a bed bug.
Got to Craig’s place and typical of his style, the file was here, waiting on his daughters art table.
After coffee and chats, we headed out to his unit about 20 miles away.
Unpacking some bits, we eventually made it to the back of the unit and started to extricate what was left of the scooter, he had bought it 12 years ago, almostto the day, with the plan to fix it for his sonwho was 5 at the time, Kyle is now 17and passed the 50cc phase, onto a 125cc geared bike and a very nice VW Polo 1.0 liter
Loved this.
Loooong and lazy.
Once he got to the back of the unit, it started to produce an alarming pile of chaos.
Original tool kit, keys, copper pipe, plastics, brake shoes etc.
I am looking for an old trumpet, or similar complex brass musical instrument by the way......
Lastly.
From little Oaks, grow big trees.
Craig’s first bike his dad bought him when he was possibly 10 years old or less, no idea. Hopefully he will be along to correct me.
Dinky thing.
Next job, go unpack the pile.
Back in a bit.