With the new bike in my garage, I submitted it to a very close inspection - something that seemed both unnecessary and difficult to do with the Goldwing and the F800GS. In the case of the Goldwing, everything is hidden under acres of plastic and even the BMW needs quite a lot of stuff removing to get at things - try changing a spark plug! Plus of course, I bought these bikes new. By contrast, the simplicity of the TTR lends itself to care in the home workshop - even when the owner is not that experienced a mechanic.
Things seemed pretty good. I had the covers off the starter and rotor to check the starter gears for wear but couldn't see any so that relieved me from worrying bout the slight noise the bike makes when switching it off - something I had been concerned might indicate wear in the sprag clutch. The rear brake pads looked as thought they could do with replacing so I ordered both front and back sets from Moto-Ward which arrived by post on Thursday. The day before, I had received another item - a bike lift with which I can lift all three bikes clear of the ground. With the TTR I can do it single handed but with the other two bikes, I need help. I steady the bike whilst dearly beloved pumps up the bike lift. Thus on Thursday, I was in good shape to change the brake pads, a task that proved very easy. I also got to test the alloy tyre lever cum ring spanner I had bought for the F800 as the rear wheel nut is the same 24mm size. The alloy lever had no trouble undoing the nut and appeared to suffer no distortion in the process - so perhaps it was worth the rather high price.

Yesterday, I was keen to bed the new pads in so went for a ride around the neighbourhood, taking in a few unsurfaced roads - they led me to think the front forks could do with some attention but I shall await the first real offroad experience (planned for the coming Sunday) before fiddling with them. All was going well until on the way home, a van did a u-turn in front of me without signaling. I slammed on the brakes but the front wheel locked and I went down hard. The van driver did at least show concern and claimed he was a biker and said he had signalled - frankly I don't think so. In any event, I managed to ride home OK but with a very sore hand, knee and ribs. It was the hand that hurt most and X-rays taken later at the A&E department of our local hospital showed I had broken my little finger. This was strapped up to a splint and I was sent on my not very merry way.

It has put paid to my weekend plans for sure. No doubt if I was 20 years old and a MotoGP star, I'd be out on the track ignoring the pains in hand, chest and knee and just getting on with the job - unfortunately anno domini has decreed that ain't gonna happen. I just hope I'm back in shape for my next Wales trip planned for the middle of next month.