In the dim and distant past , whilst out and about with the T.A in the Sennybridge area , I was doing a 'recce' on an Armstrong 500 . On sighting a suitable route ,I trundled along a badly rutted track . From the depth of the ruts , it had last been traversed by 4tonners , as the ruts were about 18inches deep ,or thereabouts . Now then , I came to a flooded bit , into which said ruts led . No room either side . Convoy now catching up , so press on .Entered the flooded bit , water just over the footrests , not too bad .At this point , CAK , god of all things mechanically flawed , looked down from his pad on Mount Olympus . An invisible bolt of chaos enveloped me and the trusty Armstrong as we tramped on .Unbeknown to me , said 4tonners had deviated across and away from the rutted track and the front wheel of the bike suddenly began to follow this new track . Suddenly ,myself and the bike dropped about three foot and I just had time to abandon ship as the water came up over the tank . As I surveyed the Armstrong , still upright , all I could see was the handle bars and mirrors above the large pool . With the help of some chums , the bike was hauled out and the convoy moved off leaving me to sort the bike out . Airbox emptied , plug out ,carb striped and bike reassembled after much kicking over with plug out , and the thing fired up second or third kick and ran without incident for the rest of the weekend .
Perhaps I should buy one myself ?
Rob .
