Well. Well. Well. 4 days until Winter officially kicks in ... and we had a 22 degree Cel day. Soooooooooooo due to extreme peer group pressure (bloody Canadians) I cleaned the Steinway.
I had hose in hand. The bugs looked at me again. I motioned the hose towards them. Their eyes widened in growing realisation. I motioned to the driveway, the footpath (remember that they had lost their wings, so escape would have to be by foot). Wide eyes were joined by furrowed wee insect brows. A wave of panic rippled through the squished fairing dots. Their legs had fallen off two nights ago. The hose twitched with impatience. The smudges squirmed (well, as much squirming as one can accomplish without wings or legs). I quietly and patiently asked them if they knew how to swim. The bugs exchanged perplexed glances. The hose came alive with 'The Death of One Thousand Litres' ...
Quiet in the Peanut Gallery. Besides, the bugs and their legs had already parted ways, according to Bwana's last garage expedition report.:rotfl: what you really need are bug legs and body fluids ...... and you made Ghazzah wash them away.
I wondered if the oil would draw attention :eyebrows:Pete, that oil is not great looking .... tell me that didn't come out of the bike looking like that?