After I retired from the Navy my wife and I attended college. For the four years we lived in an old hunting camp with no water, no sewerage and no electricity: and our 650 Yamaha was our main source of transportation.
Three years ago, after returning from Alaska, I bought a Honda Shadow 750 – touted as my last bike: It's a sweet bike that gets 55 mph packing both my wife and me. It was due for a tune-up…set the valves and new plugs etc and I told my wife that I wasn’t about to pay $250 for someone else to do the work for me – I have always worked on my on ride.
So out I go and spend about $100.00 for metric tools including a special $40 special wrench that Honda said you need to do the job. Today was the day – a warm sunny day forecasted in Northwestern Maine. I hit it at nine this morning – what I thought might be a two hour job turned into and all day marathon. Just in order to get to the valves I had to rip most of the bike down. Getting the cylinder heads out of the tight morass of hoses and wiring harnesses took me over two hours. Two trips down to VIP for an ultra thin spark plug socket they didn’t have, etc. and I'm getting pissed. It's a pretty machine, but I won’t go into the lunacy of the placement of the bike motor parts and their inaccessibility. I finally completed the job and started putting it back together.
I use to have an old friend up in Rangeley that always commented “God damn I!” when he fucked up. Well God damn I!
|There's coffee when the whiskeys gone|
But there is whiskey for tonight
(song by Dave Mallet)