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I got out and rode today. It felt great. I left the house at 9:00am, at an almost summery feeling 42* 
. I rode 116 miles today, going to the post office and finally getting my bike inspected, after owning it since October. (although most of the time, it was in pieces or being worked on.)
After that, I noted that my handlebars were crooked. I had to readjust the forks, as they too weren't true and straight. I hadn't seen this tooling around town as I'm always looking at traffic and what not. I saw it when I was on the highway for a bit today, and it's amazing what you notice, when boredom sets in....
My small, annoying but noticable oil leak is gone too, thanks to a faulty oil PSI sending unit that was leaking like the Exxon Valdez. I hate oil leaks, or leaks of any kind, more than anything...
Sometimes, I have to wonder what exactly happens to a bike in it's life time, that at one point, a bike is leaking from a sending unit AND a bad 5th gear bearing seal, dry-as-a-BONE wheel bearings and the way to deal with it, was to trade it in rather than fix it.....(??)
At almost lunch time, I met up with a friend, and he just completed a 95" install on his 2000 Fatboy, so we saddled up and went out for a ride to another friend's house. Once there, we helped him finish up the brake job he was doing to his Holden/Pontiac GTO. I took it for a test ride to make sure all was OK. What a nice car....
We then proceeded to ride the looooooong way home, and I finally pealed off as we reached the south side of the Blue Mountain, so I could ride home, and my friend could go his way, farther south, closer to the city. It was 62* by this time, and I want summer more now than ever.
Upon coming home, 2 neighbors came over and we each drank 3 beers a piece, and enjoyed the remaining March sunlight, bad mouthed the mechanics and electrics of British cars, (long story) watched the neighbor's 2 labs play in my yard, and overall, ended a great day. As we finished up, my wife and daughter came strolling home, and I went inside and made dinner for everyone.
As the American Indians used to say, "It's a good day to die." I'd rather live to see another day, of course, but today was as therapeutic, as it was warm for this time of year.
. I rode 116 miles today, going to the post office and finally getting my bike inspected, after owning it since October. (although most of the time, it was in pieces or being worked on.) After that, I noted that my handlebars were crooked. I had to readjust the forks, as they too weren't true and straight. I hadn't seen this tooling around town as I'm always looking at traffic and what not. I saw it when I was on the highway for a bit today, and it's amazing what you notice, when boredom sets in....
My small, annoying but noticable oil leak is gone too, thanks to a faulty oil PSI sending unit that was leaking like the Exxon Valdez. I hate oil leaks, or leaks of any kind, more than anything...
Sometimes, I have to wonder what exactly happens to a bike in it's life time, that at one point, a bike is leaking from a sending unit AND a bad 5th gear bearing seal, dry-as-a-BONE wheel bearings and the way to deal with it, was to trade it in rather than fix it.....(??)
At almost lunch time, I met up with a friend, and he just completed a 95" install on his 2000 Fatboy, so we saddled up and went out for a ride to another friend's house. Once there, we helped him finish up the brake job he was doing to his Holden/Pontiac GTO. I took it for a test ride to make sure all was OK. What a nice car....
We then proceeded to ride the looooooong way home, and I finally pealed off as we reached the south side of the Blue Mountain, so I could ride home, and my friend could go his way, farther south, closer to the city. It was 62* by this time, and I want summer more now than ever.
Upon coming home, 2 neighbors came over and we each drank 3 beers a piece, and enjoyed the remaining March sunlight, bad mouthed the mechanics and electrics of British cars, (long story) watched the neighbor's 2 labs play in my yard, and overall, ended a great day. As we finished up, my wife and daughter came strolling home, and I went inside and made dinner for everyone.
As the American Indians used to say, "It's a good day to die." I'd rather live to see another day, of course, but today was as therapeutic, as it was warm for this time of year.
