Stinky Bike
Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2008 2:47 pm
Smelly Bike, smelly bike - what are they feeding you?
No, I haven't gone mad. When I started up my trusty steed this morning, my bike was reeking or putrifaction (or something less Carcass-ey). Some pungent, sweet stench was spewing from the VFR faster than the Polish population spreading across the UK.
I have absolutely no idea what it is, but I kept catching whiffs of it all the way to work.
It's certainly not oil or petrol or coolant or any other fluid. It can't be anything rubbing on the running parts because it happened as soon as it started - likewise it's unlikely to be anything getting fried.
Maybe it's bodyparts shoved down my exhaust? Although if it is, they'd have to be bits of Mr Stay Puffed or the Pilsbury -ing Doughboy!
Actually I've had pretty much fk-all sleep last night because I got an attack of Bike Theft Paranoia. I heard noises and stuff, so was lay awake between glancing out the window, ready to run out naked and use my stick on the filthy burgling c*nts.
I don't realy know why I was bothered - as for one I'd get more money from the insurance than the bike is worth, and secondly the battery wasn't even in the bike!
I don't suppose that would stop the tits smashing the locks, cutting the chains, breaking the disclocks etc... but then it'd be pretty damn hard to get it too far - and not many bike theives are gonna shell out for a new battery!
I might get some landmines...

No, I haven't gone mad. When I started up my trusty steed this morning, my bike was reeking or putrifaction (or something less Carcass-ey). Some pungent, sweet stench was spewing from the VFR faster than the Polish population spreading across the UK.
I have absolutely no idea what it is, but I kept catching whiffs of it all the way to work.
It's certainly not oil or petrol or coolant or any other fluid. It can't be anything rubbing on the running parts because it happened as soon as it started - likewise it's unlikely to be anything getting fried.
Maybe it's bodyparts shoved down my exhaust? Although if it is, they'd have to be bits of Mr Stay Puffed or the Pilsbury -ing Doughboy!
Actually I've had pretty much fk-all sleep last night because I got an attack of Bike Theft Paranoia. I heard noises and stuff, so was lay awake between glancing out the window, ready to run out naked and use my stick on the filthy burgling c*nts.
I don't realy know why I was bothered - as for one I'd get more money from the insurance than the bike is worth, and secondly the battery wasn't even in the bike!
I don't suppose that would stop the tits smashing the locks, cutting the chains, breaking the disclocks etc... but then it'd be pretty damn hard to get it too far - and not many bike theives are gonna shell out for a new battery!
I might get some landmines...