Happy De-Restriction Day to you!

Andy very kindly offered to help, so at long long long last and very much overdue.. Gladis got her restrictor kit removed. I'd been given several different explanations of what to do, all accompanied by the word easy. I'd maybe question that.

Ok.. easy enough to start, I can remove seat..

And all the plastic wotsits on the side..

Then it got a bit tricky, when we couldn't see what was being the throttle stop, and so there was much peering under the tank and increasingly desperate googling.

It's in there somewhere ...

Check out my twin carbs...

Trickiest bit once the culprit was found was getting the two screws undone. Access was almost impossible. Plus Andy wasn't strong enough, so he had to leave it to me. Although possibly it was the prayer and WD40 and cuppa that helped rather than my clearly superhero levels of strength.

And this is it. £200 to fit and (would have been) £60 to remove can you believe...

A VERY naked sports tourer. Hmm feel bad for Gladis now, posting photos of her in the nude..

So. Was poo-ing bricks before the test ride.. I was trying to be all logical about what would happen.. Andy was leading me to believe that she would pop up as soon as I even twitched, or blow up. Pops texted instructions of "no going shanny with it when you've done it". In the end it was the slowest I've ridden... wobbled down to the roundabout in the rain and tried not to go past the drive again..
Even the ride home was slower that the way there.. but then it was horrid and wet and windy.

Two very happy ladies.. Baffles' baffles and my restrictor..

Had returned via Tescos for petrol, but somehow ended up with cake..

So we had a 'Happy De-restriction Day party at CMA..

Only me that sang tho..

Check out my new bling..

Although not as cool as Bullen's Bosch Triptych DMs.

Particularly horrid and scary ride home in big wind and rain.. still not tested her out..