





Travelled down in Pete's trusty transit (that's alliteration) to Benny's workshop today to pick up the Panhead.
Benny has done a great job dicing/slicing/splicing the tanks so they fit, getting the pegs and fender solid, and the internal throttle working. "I would have thrown that fucking thing across the workshop" I replied, when Zippy & Benny mentioned they'd spent a late night trying to get the mismatched bits to work. "I did!" smiled Zippy.
Thanks fellas: you're gold, as they say in Oz.
But never mind that.
Pete and I made our excuses and scampered back to the Tardbigge pub for another two-for-one lunch {see
here}. Talk about Deja-vu, we were given the same table by the same waitress, Pete had the same Thai chicken and prawn noodles special and I had the same Chicken Tikka. We had the same drinks, John Smith's (two pints of), and the same nicely full tummies when we left.
Isn't life weird, yet great?