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Author: Alun Davies

If you live in Stratford upon Avon, you learn about life, stay cool and take things in you’re stride. We’re all like that here. I mean what else would you expect from a population that lives with the constant presence of a certain resident of old who taught us that love and tragedy are simply a daily occurrence, a bit like toast and Marmite if you like. Anyway, the new love of my life has gone and thrown a crank shaft bearing… Aaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

That’s right, the Tiger which I’ve owned for all of three days developed a quiet engine rattle this afternoon. Within a mile or so the rattle developed into a full on orchestrated ‘bag of nails’ jingle and jangle and then the dreaded oil light came on.

I topped up with oil and, as luck would have it, I was within half a mile of the local Triumph dealer who gave me the good news. ‘Sounds like the main bearing to me’, said the oil-stained smoking mechanic before adding the comforting words ‘Can’t say for sure, but the bearing controls the oil pressure and it’s too much of a coincidence that you get all the symptoms in the correct order’.

A quick call to a Triumph engine expert, Sandy of Triumphant in South Wales, confirmed the worst. A rebuild was in order… aaaaaaaaarrrrrrgggggggggghhhhhhhhh.

And now for the good news. It’s going to take the best part of a grand and up to Ssix weeks for the re-build. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrgggggggggggghhhhhhh

I’ll be back; I have a pressing date with a gallon of Jack Daniels. ‘Alas poor Alun, I knew him well…’

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