She was always a reluctant starter, sometimes a kick to the solenoid would suffice and sometimes a sweating, panting run down the road followed by a leap of faith onto the saddle would rouse her into life. So it was when I finally gave in to the guilt and hooked up a car battery to turn her over and persuade a little lube around those dry and neglected canals. No joy, so I stripped and rebuilt the starter all to no avail and eventually bought an updated, uprated, replacement.
Old iron
Short lived celebrations when she started then filled the garage with rusty dust that was previously the internal surfaces of the Lafranconi ‘silencers’. Buoyed by this significant waypoint I ordered a new battery, fitted the replacement silencers that, in Blue Peter fashion, I had prepared earlier and left the dust to settle for a while.
Le Mans man 