Buck
@thegoodbuck
Runner, lorry driver (trucker), sci-fi enthusiast, hard left. (Harder than that. HARDER, BITCH!) Here for irreverent whimsy and pisstakes.
Had a surprise early dart (8 hours! Woo-hoo!) so got my lardarse out for a waddle. Only did 2 short runs last month, nowt this, so just 5 miles. 2-3 nearly stopped. So done in. Refocused and waddled back. It's a statement of intent.
That bullshit they are rolling out in cars, I've got it in my truck. If you look at the speedo too long, or look at the directions on your paperwork, it notices where your eyes are looking and flags it up "eyes on the road" or some such bollocks. #SpyInTheCab
Just glanced down and was surprised to see a desert cam helmet cover! Not seen one of those in decades, what's it doing here? It's a paper bag. Senile old bastard.
This is*before* the next predicted heat dome. I'm too lilly white and blubbered for this shit.
It's been nothing but despair on here for ages, now it's peak twitter-esque with everyone ripping the piss out of Farage. For once the response to the fash attempt to control the narrative has been perfect. Not all heroes wear capes. But this one does.
Ooh. Exciting new leak. Thinking oil seal behind final drive sprocket or clutch pushrod thingy seal.
Top tip. Clean the engine and talc it. It wasn't the pipe, it was running down the pipe. The gaskets are leaking like a sieve. Easy fix. Cool.
Weird. I assumed the oil leak was from an engine breather pipe. Rings prob shot. Just done a compression test (ideal 217) 210, 200. Plugs dry, air filter dry. Traced the pipe back, runs to fuel tank and radiator. Wtaf? No oil there.
However, the good news is the geniuses at Suzuki have thought of everything. A built in pastie holder!
Taking Beryl (the yellow peril) in for an MOT in a bit. Fingers crossed. I can't see anything wrong.
Oh dear. 5 slow miles. Legs were fine, breathing was fine, but I just felt so weak. Sort of plague weakness feeling. Managed to shuffle it a smidge faster on the way back.
Isn't that wizard? Never heard of bradycardia until you said. 10 minutes later I finally found where they'd hidden my ECG results. Tachycardia with bonus bradycardia. Fucking super.
Different gov site. I don't like the wording on this. "Licence will be revoked." No judgement call, automatic suspension of vocational licence. 3 months clear, after op, can get it back. Op is (ballpark) early November. Oh boy.
I've not seen Supergirl yet, but Girly Ghostbusters was the best of the franchise. You heard me.
Casablanca (1942). The tale of a foreign drug dealer's descent into human trafficking. Harrowing. 1 star.
The weather cooled down yesterday so I spent all day weeding. Deceptive sunshine. Ouch. My pasty white arse isn't built for nice weather.
Took me from 09.30 until 15.15, but I weeded the bottom of the garden. My back is fucking creased. Before and after.