KwAcKy's Konfessional |
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18 December 2002
Scan day Just off to the hospital for Mogli's 21 week scan. The little tyke has started to squirm in the middle of the night resulting in Mrs Kwacky waking up, huffing, telling me that Mogli is on the move, then going back to sleep. I've got bags under my eyes and the child isn't even here yet! The scan went well and everything seems to be in order. The little tyke yawned and rolled over, oblivious to the attention. Sam has had a blood test just to make sure her liver is working ok. I am treating myself to some fancy Gilles rearsets. ![]() £290 might seem like a lot for some fancy footrests but my current pegs are so low I've ground off the hero blobs and I'm in fear of pivoting the bike on them and binning it. Next year I will take my bike to Wilcox Engineering to get the engine ported and polished. The engine is cast and so it's rough inside. Wilcox will take it apart and polish it down. The smooth internals will allow the fuel to burn cleaner and the gas to escape quicker which will give me a better throttle response. It will make the bike quicker, but not me, I'll just have less of an excuse when I crash! For a country that lacks a written constitution, we sure do love our rights! I D Cards have made the headlines again. To be honest, I can't see any reason to introduce them. The countries that do have them don't have less crime, less fraud, less illegal aliens, or well ;-) less anything that the pro-ID Card brigade cite for their introduction. Mr Muffin has been hunting for information regarding a suicide in the car park of a "DIY" store (I kid you not). If it's the spectacular you want, then take a leaf out of Ryan's Book That looks like a lot of effort to me. Whilst you're browsing Rag's site, take your time to read his review of the riots in South America. I loved my time in Venezuela, but there is no way I would want to be caught up in a crowd disturbance over there, not with people who drive with their pistols on the dashboard |