The scene
Late winter, Plymouth, raining, lat at night. I wander out of KEmpo class, shoulder rucksack and climb aboard Triton
Ignition on, fuel on Tickle carbs, couple of kicks and we are off rolling thunder.
Dartmoor, cold, nay freezing. Tuck in and gun the beaut.
"The Bends" roll through them on the throttle, lovely, but chilly.
Tavistock comes and goes - even colder, out towards Gunnislake, drop down the hill to the hard left - throttle feels sluggish, no worries, up over the top and down towards the Tamar - only the last few bends through the woods to go, Close throttle, close throttle CLOSE TROTTLE!!!!!!!!! Arrrrrrrggggggggg
Brakes, can move my hand no brakes good throttle, downhill to sharp bends.....
Ahhhhhhh the FB frame is better than I but jeezs I did not know it would go over that far, round the bends that fast, and thanks to the trees no ice.
Stop it down through the gears (up actually up for down) and run it into the wall of the garden in neutral to stop. Call for help..
Gloves frozen to bars, water (remember the rain) frozen in throttle cables...
Phew
Love that Triton
Hate those cables.
Mind if the brakes had worked, I would probably have dumped it - out of line front wheel, single disk etc
R