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Having covered 400 leagues on my trusty steed about a month ago, I began my quest for
the book of service. My nearest knights were unavailable until the middle of September so I reluctantly arranged a rendezvous. My steed and I continued to cover the miles and at the weekend I had reached the 540 milepost and concerned that my precious might begin to weep (oil and other fluids) through lack of attention, I contacted the new haven of Norton At Donington Hall. My luck was in, they had a space on Wednesday afternoon. I took my precious out of the stable this morning and started her up whilst putting my helmet and gloves on - al as, she decided to stop before I had the chance to set off. Another gentle push of the starter and up she fired - phew! I set off with some hope and much trepidation. The road was long and full of danger; the giants of Stobart and Daf, the arrows of Citroen, the spinning wheel of BMW and the rings of Audi. We threaded our way through with no issues - no trolls, no orcs, no elves, no dwarves and no hobbits. I arrived at Donington and handed my precious over to two wizards. I spent a few hours in the grounds of the hall, listening to music from an earlier age (The Police, The Clash, The Cure) and watching John McGuinness and his son playing with go carts around the grounds of the hall - there may have been one hobbit...
The chief wizard told me that I had been unintentionally dragging the rear brake, obviously affecting the performance, my punishment was the removal of several of my go faster stripes. He must have had a change of heart as he handed over a rejuvenated steed, pipes suitably shorter, map redone - what a change.
The journey home was much less stressful, the roar of the Norton instilling fear in all who heard it, parting the way to let us through!
All joking aside, I did think that the change had been over stressed - a view through Norton issue rose coloured specs. I take it back, what a change and I now have much more confidence in the bike, I am really enjoying the experience.

the book of service. My nearest knights were unavailable until the middle of September so I reluctantly arranged a rendezvous. My steed and I continued to cover the miles and at the weekend I had reached the 540 milepost and concerned that my precious might begin to weep (oil and other fluids) through lack of attention, I contacted the new haven of Norton At Donington Hall. My luck was in, they had a space on Wednesday afternoon. I took my precious out of the stable this morning and started her up whilst putting my helmet and gloves on - al as, she decided to stop before I had the chance to set off. Another gentle push of the starter and up she fired - phew! I set off with some hope and much trepidation. The road was long and full of danger; the giants of Stobart and Daf, the arrows of Citroen, the spinning wheel of BMW and the rings of Audi. We threaded our way through with no issues - no trolls, no orcs, no elves, no dwarves and no hobbits. I arrived at Donington and handed my precious over to two wizards. I spent a few hours in the grounds of the hall, listening to music from an earlier age (The Police, The Clash, The Cure) and watching John McGuinness and his son playing with go carts around the grounds of the hall - there may have been one hobbit...
The chief wizard told me that I had been unintentionally dragging the rear brake, obviously affecting the performance, my punishment was the removal of several of my go faster stripes. He must have had a change of heart as he handed over a rejuvenated steed, pipes suitably shorter, map redone - what a change.
The journey home was much less stressful, the roar of the Norton instilling fear in all who heard it, parting the way to let us through!
All joking aside, I did think that the change had been over stressed - a view through Norton issue rose coloured specs. I take it back, what a change and I now have much more confidence in the bike, I am really enjoying the experience.
