I finally got around to servicing the
Tiger at the weekend in anticipation of taking it for its MOT certificate
(annual inspection certificate). The place that I use doesn't require that you
book an appointment, you can just drop by and take pot luck. Sometimes they're
really busy, other times not so much, and how long it takes depends on just how
busy they are and how many staff they have working that day. I took the bike
over on Monday afternoon during my lunch hour as I reckoned that it would likely
be quiet, and so it proved.
No matter how much care and attention I
spend preparing the bike, I find that there's always a niggling doubt in my
mind about it passing. This is usually groundless, but this year my nerves
weren't helped by another bloke in the waiting area going on and on about
failing for worn tyres. Suddenly I couldn't remember if I'd checked my own
tyres or not, so that was one more thing to worry about.
Then, it's a bit like that overlong
pause before hosts on TV shows announce the winners, or who's getting voted off next. They come in and take the next vehicle away, but no one says anything about your one. And then, just when
you're starting to fear the worst the tester duly appears and hands over the
certificate. No problems, no advisories, nothing to sort out any time soon.
Whew! That's that over for another year.
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