Returning from a trip to the Cat & Fiddle, my mates were signalling they needed fuel. A quick glance at my fuel guage told me I still had a full tank. FULL TANK? After 130 miles? Something wasn't right. Pulling into to the nearest petrol station a vigorous shake of the bike got the guage to drop...
Returning from a trip to the Cat & Fiddle, my mates were signalling they needed fuel. A quick glance at my fuel guage told me I still had a full tank. FULL TANK? After 130 miles? Something wasn't right. Pulling into to the nearest petrol station a vigorous shake of the bike got the guage to drop...
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