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  1. The other day I heard that rustbuckit2011 aka Arlo 'Paul' McDiarmid died at the beginning of April. I knew Paul from the Triumph Owners Club in Christchurch in the early 2000s. For a long time we had three generations of McDiarmids in the club. His grandfather Stuart owned a PI, his Dad a Cactus Mk1 Vitesse saloon, and when I knew him, Paul had a red Herald 1200. Paul making sure his engine was still oily on a club run over the Southern Alps through Arthur's Pass. Eventually I moved to Oz, Paul chased an acting career in Auckland, got married, had a couple of kids and bought a saloon. We still chatted online from time to time as he continued to tinker with his Herald. A couple of years ago he developed cancer, which he mentioned here but never seemed to dwell on. Anyway, this is him: Arlo MacDIARMID Obituary (1983 - 2022) - Mt Wellington, Auckland - The New Zealand Herald (nzherald.co.nz) Too soon!
  2. Disappointingly, the surgeon put up a blue sheet so that I couldn’t see the monitor. I did ask if he would record the video for YouTube, or just upload the blooper reel. Making the surgeon laugh is an ongoing effort. Endone is a brand name for Oxycodone. It probably sounded better to the focus groups than Hillbilly Heroin.
  3. Well, that was interesting! Yesterday was my TURP. First operation with a spinal, which showed me what it would be like to be a paraplegic. The anaesthetist was great - a Belgian named Peter who decided that working in the Australian tropics was nicer than Belgium. His main job though was to keep me happy and distracted, so I got a lesson - with pictures - on how spinals work. Cerebral, cervical, thoracic, lumbar, sacral, and how core functions are regulated by the vagus and phrenic nerves. He warned me there might be a test later. The surgeon was happy with how the operation went. They removed the catheter this morning and discharged me. I’m still peeing red, but I think that’s because of the amount of material removed. It’s a big wound area. I was on a flushing drip all night, so the nurses were in every hour to empty another 3L of saline. I’d say hello and then go back to sleep, mumbling a little prayer to Our Lady of Endone. 27 patients and three nurses - those ladies worked hard. Thankfully, bladder control seems OK, although I bought a pack of incontinence pads beforehand just in case. I’ll stay in hospital accommodation for a few days in case of complications, before heading back to the mine’s accommodation a couple of hours inland on Friday. The much-reduced prostate area is very tender. Moving my motorcycle this afternoon was painful, so hopefully I’ll be less sore by the end of the week. It’s a bumpy highway. So - time to rest and get better, maybe go for short bush walks, and wait for the biopsy results. Fingers (and legs) crossed. Thanks for all the advice and info on here.
  4. Hmmm. I know Vitamin B comes from Beer. What do I have to drink to get Vitamin D?
  5. The GP said that my urine test didn't indicate an infection which might have inflamed the prostate. The flow rate's been dropping off for a couple of years, so the hypertrophy isn't a new thing. His two suggestions were surgery, or hormone treatment to shrink the prostate. In my case he didn't think that hormones would make a significant difference. I asked about a biopsy or cat scan, but he apparently likes to jump right in! To be honest, I was glad he didn't want to take biopsy samples because I don't love needles... until he assured me that the op could be done with a spinal block instead of a general anaesthetic. Woo hoo! I mean, much as I'd love to watch the monitor and chat as he works, taking a wee nap sounds far nicer than getting a needle in the spine by a bloke named Vlad. Oh well, only a few weeks to wait...
  6. A quick update. I visited a urologist on Monday. To my surprise he didn't think it was malignant, or that scans or a biopsy were necessary, and moved straight to doing a TURP - where they remove the centre of the prostate via a keyhole. The existing keyhole... He referred to the procedure as a 'rebore' Ouch. It'll get done on August 30th, and because the hospital won't release surgical patients without carers, I've booked myself into an outpatient accommodation unit on the hospital grounds for a few days afterwards. Then it'll be back to the mine site on light duties. The material removed will go to the lab to check whether it's benign. If not, that'll mean a bigger op. Now, fingers crossed that the Melbourne-Sydney-Brisbane lockdown doesn't extend this far north by the end of the month!
  7. I haven't posted anything on Sideways in ages, mainly because my Triumphs (Herald and GT6) have been unregistered while I spend most of my time working away from home as a wandering geologist. Australia has many rocks to look at. My third Triumph does get used, but that's a Daytona so not to be mentioned here. (It's quite fun though.) I remembered this thread because of Nick Jones's posts on his prostate treatment. The saga was filed away for later reference, and just as well. A few years later it looks like it's my turn. The no-prostate club is about to get a bit less exclusive! A couple of weeks ago my plumbing changed from its usual occasionally-can't-pee setting, which a doctor a couple of years ago told me isn't uncommon, to always-feels-full-even-though-it-was-just-emptied. A trip to a GP near work (I don't have a regular GP because I'm seldom in one place long), and he referred me for a blood test and ultrasound. And yeah. There's a problem. Normal prostate volume is about 25-40mL, and mine's 115mL. PSA is usually 2.5-4 ng/mL, and mine's 11. Thanks to repeated state border closures here in Oz I can't go home for treatment, so it'll probably be a case of choose where in Queensland I'd like to see a specialist, and assuming they decide to operate, I'll stay in a motel for a week or so afterwards. More fun in the time of COVID! Anyway, I'm glad people have posted about their experiences with prostate problems, because it helped convince me to see a second doctor after the earlier one dismissed the symptoms. Thanks guys!
  8. Still getting up to mischief, mostly on two wheels. Last year I rode the Honda around Australia, confirming Matthew Flinders’ assertion that it is girt by sea - ‘A Small Bike Ride’
  9. More adventures with the Wrong Triumph (ie not enough wheels). Last weekend was the Big Chill classic race meet in Stanthorpe, up on the Granite Belt high country near Brisbane. It's an area high enough that it sometimes sees snow in winter. Yes, snow in Queensland, state of pineapples. Anyway, I figured that watching old bikes or cars being thrashed around a track is better than seeing them asleep in a museum. And because it was a race meet, I left my touring bike with its panniers and heated grips at home, and rode up on the Daytona, which thinks it's a race-bike. Just after sunset on Friday, I discovered that Daytonas have an appetite for headlight bulbs. Of course, this was on a dark, kangaroo-enhanced country road with 50km to go. I wonder if modern Triumphs still contain traces of Lucas? The Daytona and I woke to -3C in Glen Innes on Saturday morning. A bucket of water outside my room had ice on, so I waited until the sun was well above the trees before hitting the frog and toad for the last 150km or so to Stanthorpe. Four layers, winter gloves and the helmet cracked open slightly to avoid fogging. Brrr! Did I mention that the Daytona doesn't have heated grips? Even an hour after sunrise there were a few icy patches on the New England Highway. Amusingly enough, the only highway patrol I saw was in a freezing road cutting that hadn't seen the sun since March, when I was already riding very slowly. Great spot guys! The Saturday qualifying/terrifying laps were underway when I got to Carnell Raceway. I parked in the pits because (a) I'm too lazy to walk far, (b) I could keep an eye on the bike, and (c) to soak up coolness by association. A couple of Bonneville racers spotted the Triumph badge and came over for a chat (and probably to see if they could blag a few parts). Thankfully they were confused by the extra cylinder, left hand gear change and lack of Whitworth. Its lack of carburettors was deemed to be the work of the devil. After a hot cuppa to thaw my fingers and pot of hot greasy chips to thaw my brain, I settled in and alternated between watching the bikes, savouring the smells of Castrol 1 and wandering the pits to take photos. I also replaced the headlight bulb. On Saturday night I had dinner with some motorcycling mates in the bestest Irish hotel in town and eventually, after the Karaoke stopped, a good night's sleep. The racetrack on a cold Sunday morning smelt of bacon and old engines. The various classes of vintage bikes, some dating back to the twenties, resumed battle. My favourites were the sidecars, where the swingers throw themselves around like drunken monkeys but fail to fall off. One combination obligingly crashed into a safety barrier right in front of the crowd, earning him a short flight into the fence and a loud cheer. No damage, I think his beard broke his fall. I headed home to Narrabri when they stopped for lunch, beating the Garmin's predicted eta (and sunset) by a satisfying margin. Maybe Garmin needs a 'Daytona' setting?
  10. Funny, that’s what I said about the Daytona. None of the other Triumphs believed me...
  11. The GT6 is basically finished, but when I started tuning the Megasquirt on the road, the secondhand W58 gearbox started making ‘orrible noises. I took a gamble putting it in after simply looking inside and not finding carnage. By rights I should have pulled it out and overhauled it by now, but I’ve only been home from the mines a few times since last year, so it’s sitting in the garage on trickle charge, waiting for me to get off my bum. Or more accurately, off my bike. It’ll get some attention soon.
  12. I find it’s OK for moderate distances, but not more than 550-600km in a day. After that the weight on the wrists makes for sore hands - although going faster with more wind support helps. Not sure the highway patrol will agree though.
  13. Not content with a Herald and a GT6, last year I added another Triumph to the stable. This one’s a bit different. Quite quick too
  14. Interesting... when I fitted the trunnionless kit to my GT6, it was as part of a full rebuild, so I didn’t realise that the camber would be different for the same number of shims. No doubt there’s an instruction to ‘check wheel alignment after fitting’? I also fitted Canley’s red AP four-pot calipers and thicker discs, and found that the calipers’ mounting lugs’ inner faces needed machining down by a millimetre to sit centrally on the discs. The maiden voyage featured a lot of squeaks and scrapes!
  15. Ah Damson - looks gorgeous Nick. With paint like that, every part you put on will have to look perfect. No pressure...
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