TALES FROM THE SHED

It is like a dance, isn’t it? A chap gets all prepared, puts on special clothes, takes a deep breath and … heads to the shed. The Shed in my case is currently home – as you may recall – to an amusing number of projects, most exhilarating of which is this 1971 BSA – the one the pics hopefully nearby will reveal. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve started to inflict my skills and enthusiasm upon it, and in fact I’ve actually forgotten how long I’ve owned it!

However, sparked up by the understanding that if I don’t make progress at some point in the very near future I will join that sad legion of folk advertising a ‘project’ for sale, inaccurately claiming that only a few jobs are required to finish it. In fact in this case there are only a few jobs required: assemble all the parts and build up the bike to ensure that they all fit; make the thing run to ensure that it will in fact do that, then take it all apart again, get it refinished in an entertaining and wildly unoriginal way, put it all back together again, write a thrilling story about how well it rides and then sell it at once.

Easy, huh?

Flushed with the failure of my attempt to fit an entirely new carb and cables