THE GOOD BUCK

The nights lark just did not work for me, as I said last time out, so I’ve switched to days. Yay!

I’ve done a full week of days, including the busy weekend period, and got one shift. To be fair, when I applied to the agency I asked about days and the guy said “We have a lot of drivers who want days and not many shifts.” I don’t know, after getting six shifts in a week on nights I was hoping there would be enough to keep me going on days. Nope. Back to the job hunt. Nights fail, days fail. At least there is symmetry.

There are plenty of jobs out there, but none are great. Nights or stupid o’clock start times, adding a lot to my day in commute time, or poor pay. For instance, I was thinking of doing Iceland. It’s a tough job, with tough driving and long hours, but it’s local and it’s full time. But it’s 04.00 – 06.00 starts now. That’s less than ideal. For 43K. Which sound good, but for, say, an average of an 11 hour day, that’s about £15.50 per hour, and it’s a weekly take home of £633.

I tried. I did two weeks of nights. It was stupid start times, but that is the shift they recruit for, so I was trying to show willing, and see if I could do it. I couldn’t. 23.30 start, 01.00, 00.01, then one day 21.30. That was the final straw. I’d only got to bed at 13.00. I was either working (11 to 12.5 hour shifts) or trying to sleep. It was miserable. Then they did that 21.30 thing and I’d had enough. I asked if I could move to day shift. They said I could, which was a relief because I was going to quit if they’d said no. Then the next shift the sleeping tablets (antihistamines) gave me a massive tachycardia attack. It was awful. It lasted about 40 minutes and I couldn’t stop it. That was when I was absolutely sure I’d made the right decision. If I couldn’t take sleeping pills I would have been on about 2 to 4 hours sleep a day. That is a recipe for falling asleep at the wheel and dying. I finished my last two shifts on nights, I’m supposed to be on days after my days off. Another good thing about it is Wendy has gone loony again, so she was suffering really badly with me leaving her alone all night. She seems to be a lot better while I’m here, so it’s worth it for that.

The job itself is a mixed bag. It’s physically extremely easy. And seems to be very laid back. But the driving to get to the stores, and to deliver to them, is next level tough. I’m not looking forward to seeing what the deliveries are like when the stores are busy. Yesterday, for instance, I had to deliver to a local (small shop) in Salford. The route plan said you had to reverse (a rigid truck) the whole length of a residential street, with cars parked on either side, around a corner, between cars, bins and concrete posts, to get to the drop. That was focusing. And that was at 05.00 on Sunday. I can’t even imagine what that would be like at a busy time.

I had a moment of stress this morning. I looked at the agency app to try to work out roughly what I’d be getting paid. I worked out my hours for the week and it came to 69 hours. That’s well over the 60 I’m allowed by the Working Time Directive. 60 in a week, 90 in any consecutive fortnight. So I was screwed for next week as well. I was mentally taking off breaks and Periods Of Availability (as they don’t count to WTD) but I was still over. Luckily I keep paper records for myself. I had a look, and one of the shifts was technically in the previous week for WTD purposes. That was a huge relief. I don’t need a bunch of infringements on my first weeks. Henceforth I’ll batter POA. It’s been so long since I’ve done consistent long hours (and nights throws everything off) that I got caught out.

The Bonnie is done! I fitted the fender extender yesterday and that’s it. Job’s a good ‘un. It should just be putting petrol in it for the next twelve months.

I took the Harley for another spin after my last post and it was running weird again. The speedo still wasn’t working and there was a weird spluttery spot in the rev range and backfires on deceleration. That sounds like a fuelling issue. The carb intake didn’t have a filter (it’s got a big arse metal cover, I thought that would be enough to stop it sucking in crap) and because I panicked last time I fuelled up I just put standard 10% ethanol petrol in, so that wouldn’t have helped. The replacement speedo cable has already frayed so I bought another new one. Today I took the clock off to have a look. The original speedo cable had snapped inside the clock, so it was preventing the new cable from seating. I cleared it, fitted the new cable and it works now. The air filter arrived today as well so I took the opportunity to take the carb off and clean the jets, then fitted the new air filter and took it for a test ride. It was running fine. Which is a relief. Up until now I’ve been doing quite small runs to see how far I can go without blowing up.

The last time out I did 12 miles, which is significant because it’s the distance to work. So I now have a spare bike, in case of emergency, to get to work. It would have to be a pretty dire emergency. If I fired that up at midnight or so the neighbours would not be happy bunnies. It’s still got the fully baffled stock pipes, but bloody hell it’s loud.

I had a series of problems with the Bonnie. My new chain and sprocket set arrived, then the new back tyre, so I whipped the wheels off and fitted it all at the same time. The front sprocket! It was like it was welded on. It was a big nut so I wasn’t too scared of applying force, but I had the breaker bar with an extension, about 5′ long in all, and it looked like my bar was bending and the nut was stubbornly intransient. I applied coats of penetrating oil and smacked it with an impact driver. Still nothing. I was at a bit of a loss. Then I remembered I bought a high torque electric impact impact wrench. It’s not that it applies so much more torque, it’s the fact that it applies it so many times per second. The nut came off. Yay!

Once I’d been reminded of what a great tool it was I went back to my rear brake caliper. The workshop manual says to loosen two allen bolts before you remove the caliper. I’d been applying as much force as I dared but I was scared of snapping the bolt. With the impact wrench I span them out in seconds. Truly great tool. Then I cleaned my brake pistons, then fully compressed them with a C clamp. I think they are properly fixed again now.

The mudguard was a bust. After waiting ages for it, it was the same length as the one on it, but had stupid long fitting arms. The mudguard would have been about 4 or 5 inches off the tyre. I’m trying for a refund. I’ve bought a stick-on fender extender. I’ll add that to the standard mudguard. Still not as long as I’d like but it seems to be as good as I’m getting.

I’ve been waiting on the call from the agency to do my assessment. The money was running low as it’s been over 4 weeks off work. Then I killed the Bonnie and the Harley was running crap, so I was looking at cycling in, and being a sweaty mess, if they called me. I was pretty stressed.

The spacer arrived for my back wheel, so it was a quick job to slide that in and fit the last bearing. Then I had big issues with the back brake. When the light was stuck on I did a test of all my electrics to see if everything else was working, I pressed the back brake pedal to test the light, forgetting my wheel was off, so there was nothing to stop the brake pistons from pushing right out. I forced them open and fitted the back wheel, which is a bastard of a job by itself, but then the back wheel was stiff. I tried a quick lap but my brake disk was hissing when I splashed water on it, so I had to take brake caliper off and do a proper job on the pistons. I was elbow deep in grease and sweat finishing that off when I got a call from the agency, asking me to go for an assessment on Monday (today).

I’ve taken the bike for several long-ish spins and the disk is warm, but you can hold your hand on it. I’m hoping it will bed in. We’ve been going through a heatwave so I’ve not done anything else to the bikes.