After hitting a massive pothole during our recent Cornish trip and wearing the inner edges of both front tyres in a couple of hundred miles, I took the bus down the yard to get the tracking sorted.
From 30 degrees of toe out to 15 degrees of toe in, sorted just in time for the trip to SkegVegas. Then Nick says the immortal words "Well, that went well..."
Twang!
Bollocks, no clutch. No worries, it's only Tuesday and I'm working near JK at the moment, so I'll drop in for a clutch cable on Wednesday morning and swap it in the evening when I get home.
Changing the cable up on jacks in the corner of the yard was a bit of a struggle, but finally accomplished.
Oh bollocks, still no clutch. Looks like it's more serious now.
Engine out time.
Snapped clutch cross shaft, bugger, and too late to order a new one. Looks like the chances of making Skeg are dwindling now...
First thing Thursday morning ordered a new HD cross shaft, and specified overnight pre 12 delivery along with the additional carriage costs of course.