Sunday, July 25, 2010

Had similar luck today too:

Met up with Bobby at about 8:00am at his place. We had terrential down pours the last couple days and the flooding was a real treat finding roads that were open from my crib to his. My bike was running crappy, sputtering and popping - real sporadic. Supposed to meet up with Milo and the Gang for an epic cruz up to the great white north. Weather was perfect today. Decided to try what Bobby called an "Itailian Tune-up" to get the bike running better - got on the highway and cracked the throttle wide open for a few miles. Seemed to be better, but we got bout 3/4 of the way up to our meeting point and she died.
Kick in the balls - we pull over and realize that I set my tool pouch on my work bench and never put it back in my roll up bag on the handlebars. Tried using my knife as a screw driver, but my shit is tight. Limped it to a gas station to buy a screw driver. Now I have an expensive, cheap screwdriver and a broken knife. After going thru everything we figgard out that I was loosing spark. Traced it down to a coil wire that had broken loose, but the shrink tubing around the spade connector made it look fine.
Called off the ride with Milo and went looking for some toolage. Z was working in Evanston. My old man was out riding too. Jimbo to the rescue! Jimbo showed up on the side of the road with us, pimpin his newly built bagged wagon. He had the neccessary electrical bits in pieces I needed to get us back in the wind. Jimbo was on his way to a car show, so we followed him there. Saw some nice cars and bikes, had some chow and hung out fer a bit. Took the long way home. Wasn't the miles we were hoping for, but turned out to be a great day.
Once we had the bike running good, Bobby and I had a laugh about how Karma bit us in the ass. We were running a bit late so, blasting down the highway we passed a crotch rocket that was broken down and didn't stop. (I know, we're fuckers). And the whole time we were working on my bike on the side of the road, we must of been passed by a few dozen bikes who did either nothing...or would wave.

2 comments:

  1. RIGHT ON. I PASSED A SHINEY NEW BAGGER WITH A FLAT TIRE ON MY WAY HOME EARLIER. SAW THE GUY SITTING IN THE GRASS, TURNED AROUND AND ASKED IF HELP WAS ON THE WAY. "YEP" HE REPLIED, "JUST RODE 1000 MILES AND I'M A MILE FROM HOME."
    FUNNY HOW YOU CAN GO ALL THAT WAY WITH NO PROBLEM AND GET WITHIN WALKING DISTANCE TO YOUR HOUSE AND THATS WHEN THINGS GO WRONG.
    EITHER WAY I FIGURE MY KARMA IS IN CHECK-

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