My weekend gets better by the hour. Got it running something like (coil and plugs worked wonders) then lost the brakes (as last post). GSF didn't have all the wheel bearing parts so scrapped that plan, neither did they have a fitting kit for the new brake shoes. Shoes now fitted as per the last set with the same mix & match springs etc from whatever source the previous bodger used. Test drive, brakes good, but engine suddenly not so brilliant, feels dull, low on power and not smooth at all. Decide to have yet another look at the carb and once on the bench see what must be the new problem. You know the little brass tube that directs fuel from the accelerator pump down the venturi? It ain't there no more, it was there but not now, and there is only one way it can have gone. Straight down the bloody inlet manifold. By this time it was about 5.30pm, so RTTH became a definite no-no and with all the previous stuff decided the only solution was beer. I had been invited to some friends for a bit of a do, but had missed the start by about 4 hours so would be too late for food, they would by then be half smashed and I was (am) sober. Decided to drink alone, in my garage whilst cleaning up my late Aunts' 1964 Triumph bicycle.
God, do I know how to make the most of a bank holiday weekend, living life on the edge man, it's the only way! And it was my birthday 4 days ago, what a way to celebrate!