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Sunday, July 16, 2006

the wiring loon

More hours in the icy bliss of the shed have resulted in this, an unfinished scooter - yet one slightly less unfinished than last week! Im still yet to battle the vagaries of the wiring loom, and all the fiddly bits in the headset, but this should all work out im time. Puting the scoot together proved to me one thing, my taste in colour is unrivaled! I hope this will go some way to quash previous suggestions of hot pink.

Wednesday, July 12, 2006

nuts n bolts

A few long nights in the shed have brought me to this point. The majority of the new 12v loom is in, and other various bits have been done (when I didn't feel like stressing my brain to follow the questionable wiring diagram). The front end is completed, and I'm deciding if the air horns should go in - and if so where. Hopefully it should be running within a week or two.

Tuesday, July 04, 2006

it can’t be

Struggling to open a locked door in the dark, something metallic caught my eye. It had arrived, in all its titanium silvered splendour, occupying a lucky space on the veranda. The painting had been done, and my brother had delivered it. The paintwork looked fantastico, and would be even grander in daylight. It was now time for assembly.