I rode the Black Bullet into work this morning, the long way round. It was bright but cold and my hands and face are burning as I type. It’s probably nothing but there seemed to be a new rattle in the engine noise this morning. As I say, it’s probably nothing.
The good news is that the plug looks fine to my eyes - brown-ish, definately not sooty. I'm told it's better to run a little bit rich than too lean so a quarter turn in should richen it slightly, and put my mind at ease. The carb should really be properly set up but there's no time for this.
I thought about switching the day and going today but I have to get some reports out of the way, so I can start work on the Ship Hall to the Mary Rose project on Friday (see illustration). I’m expected in Portsmouth to present my findings next week and there are three CDs of drawings to get through.
The route is plotted and I’ll be looking for a gap in the clouds to take me up to the Midlands, via the Cotswolds. I hope to be in Enfield Road, Redditch at 12:00 noon, a quick photo op and a cuppa at my colleague, Simon’s, before I roll back down the road to Oxford.
It’s exciting, the only bugger is the rain. Too much of that and it’ll be an endurance event.
