How to bleed a radiator
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Bleeding radiators - how to guide
Barry, repairs guru for Grant Management in Edinburgh explains how to bleed your central heating radiators. Handy to know.
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Landrover workshop dvd introduction and clips sliced together showing how to service your 200 tdi defender and adjust the swivel housing, change ...
a life a bicycle
I never would have thought it possible, but I think I could write a book about my bicycle. It wouldn’t be one of those naff Thomas the Tank Engine books, after all, how could you write a story about a bicycle. “Boris the Bicycle pulled up to the kerb and toppled over…” can’t really go anywhere with that. I was thinking more about a catalogue of failures and repairs that I have experienced since I walked up to the bicycle emporium and handed over the princely sum of 8 quid for my steed. Tall enough for someone of my gait, but still low enough I can get my feet on the ground in a hurry. It was a match made in heaven.
I think I suffered my first mechanical failure within a week when the pedal snapped off. This has happened with such recurring regularity that I tend to consider such events as normal wear and tear. It’s the parts you see, the problem isn’t that they don’t make them like they used to, but rather that they still do; any industry that is set up to be a monopoly and then overseen by the government is not generally noted for its attention to quality.
Until I stumbled up the bike shop I currently use I was relying on the handiwork of a geezer who thought everything could be solved by a spot of welding. Why screw something on if you can weld it? I suspect he would take a similar approach to pretty much anything; kids playing up? Weld them inside the bedroom. World hunger? Have a drop of molten metal to take the edge of your appetite.
Recently though, I was beginning to think that the bike might finally be reaching the end of the road. It had got to a point where the chain was spending less time on the chainring and more time dragging along the rain soaked and crap covered road. I began eyeing up slinky new numbers at the bike shop around the corner, the official vendor of Flying Pigeon bicycles. For 30 quid I could have a shiny new number with plastic bubble wrap still taped around the frame.
Two weeks back I was riding home so I could pick up a taxi to head to the airport for a flight to Hong Kong and ultimately on to the UK. The chain had already dropped off three times when suddenly the back wheel locked and the bike slewed across the wet road and into the path of passing traffic (this is one of the reasons I keep the saddle so low, the bike goes down but you are left standing – albeit sometimes in the path of an high speed dump truck)
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