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I have been sad for the last few days. My poor little 1963 Raleigh Runabout failed it’s MOT.

Now, I have never been mechanically minded, but I am slowly learning (what’s that about old dogs and new tricks) how to come to grips with 1960’s British / French engineering.

Fortunately the only issue was a broken and loose spokes and a couple of nuts that needed tightening.

Now, where can I get some spokes for a 1963 moped? Fortunately my new best friend raleigh-ace was able to provide precisely the thing I needed.

Wheel removed, tyre taken off, disaster. What looked like the original tube, covered in patches begins to disintegrate in my hands. I now have only 48 hours before the MOT advisory expires and I will have to pay for a whole new test. Cunning plan, use the rear wheel off my other Runabout.

All went well until I realised the sprockets needed to come off and then having done that, the brake cables on Red Raleigh weren’t long enough for the White Bike’s break adjuster. S**t.

Spokes fixed on the Red Raleigh wheel, this took about 10 minutes. I then spent three hours trying to mend punctures, holes, perished rubber. I knew from experience that the tubes are not that easy to come by.

Finally, my bike passed it’s MOT, just before the advisory expired. The icing on the cake, Rob my very special mechanic had an inner tube in stock and having seen this bike for the first time has christened it, ‘The Beast‘.

I am now back on the road and ready to burn up the town, at a whole 33 miles per hour! Apologies for the poor camera work!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LZO9A9sPjaM&feature=youtu.be


After yesterday’s sunshine, we listened with bated breath to the weather man. Yes I am sure he said Sunday will be just the same as Saturday. It’s going to be wall to wall sunshine.

As a result of the very positive prognostication A (quicker to use the first letter of the alphabet than a name. It signifies her importance to me and is much quicker than any other descriptor that would do sufficient justice to her)  and I decided to be off out early. Never mind it’s a bit overcast, the cloud will burn away soon, it will be lovely. No need to take that heavy coat it will be too hot to wear.

A very cold hour and a half later we acknowledged what any self respecting occupant of these Northern Isles knows. Don’t trust the weather forecast. Nonetheless, we had gone out and found the buzzing rally that we had been told about. There were to be huge numbers of vintage 1960’s motorcycles and mopeds. There they all were congregating in a field next to a pub. A and I tried to pick our way daintily between the puddles, ankle deep mud and cow pats. In fact there was a staggering selection of bikes to look at, about twenty or so. 😮

A nice red one,

A lovely silver looking one,

And some others.

I would have taken more pictures but by this time my knees were turning blue. There was a strange man in a Hi Vis jacket trying to sell me something oily from a cardboard box balanced on the back of something that looked like a bicycle with a lawn mower engine strapped to it.  Quick A, while his back is turned run for the car!

It was like the start of Le Mans, tyre’s spinning (sorry didn’t mean to cover you in mud but …) we left in a cloud of smoke. Still being hopeful of some sun we stopped at a lovely village green for coffee and nibbles.

Just one of the quaint houses we could see from our picnic bench. By this time, overcome by what could be a nasty touch of frostbite we beat a hasty retreat home. As I pulled the car onto our drive, the sun in all its glory peered from behind a black cloud and smiled on us. A stiff breeze was still blowing so we ate lunch in the polytunnel. Warm and protected it was actually very pleasant. Over lunch the sun strengthened and it seemed the weather man was right after all. I took a photo of one of my little North facing clematis blooms:

far hardier than I.

As the sun shone we went for a walk in the afternoon. Not wanting to be caught out we took cardigans and jackets. The sun blazed from a cloudless sky, … we carried our cardigans and jackets.

The sky was a lovely azure blue as we walked. We found a willow covered in flowers, the tree was alive with hover flies and bees. I include a couple of final pictures to prove that actually the met office did get it half right, Huzzah.

and finally a blasted oak, or is it just waiting, like me, for spring to burst into leaf

we returned home to home made ginger beer, very alcoholic, and an evening by the fire.


I have been quiet for a while. I have been struggling through a dark period, the Stygian gloom produced by another human being whose actions, petty and absurd, have caused me to enter a dim dark lonely place at the very edges of reason.

Salvation comes in many forms. In my case a couple of 1960’s moped’s in need of TLC. One now runs as sweet as a summer breeze the other is waiting for one final part before, hopefully, taking to the open road at a breakneck 20 mph. 

My Toy

Posted: December 16, 2011 in moped, raleigh runabout

Welcome to a pic of one of my toys. A 1962 Raleigh Runabout. Currently it is in my garage waiting to be ‘fettled’. My other one is due to be MOT’d and returned to me soon.