Don’t get me wrong, staying at Art’s place has been great. He cooks us food, takes us out to neat pubs and even chauffeurs us around when the bikes don’t work (or weren’t even here). We’ve got it good.
But that’s not what we came for. And what we came for, isn’t working.
Let me list the ways in which my bike makes me cry:
Blown right fork seal
Weak front brake
Stripped screws for the front brake fluid resevoir (can’tÂ bleed the line)
Wires torn off fan switch
Dented, bent exhaust
Dented, bent and torn right panier box.
Disheveled speedo cable
Engine ignition cuts out when put in gear
Fix for above engine cut out working only intermittently
Things are coming along. I went for a ride to the post office, picked up a volt-meter and stopped in to pick up some for oil today. Only broke down twice! How did I fix it each? I bounced on the seat. Mechanic extraordinaire. I was destined to be bald at this point. If I still had hair I would have pulled it all out by now. Speaking of which, this is what I look like today: