I'm out every day on my bike at 6am. I just got my new old RC51 and noticed the odo keeps resetting, so figure there's a loose connection somewhere (which actually is guaranteed as I'm involved in the story). So this morning I wheel the bike out and shut the garage, otherwise the Scorpions tend to make la famille think the richters going mental. So far so good.
I pull a touch of choke...make sure its adjusted slightly to the left and then pay attention to the bike. Squeeze the starter and listen for the distinctive pop and the kick in the guts...whining, but no gravy stroke. Hmm. No spark, so start wondering what else happened with my loose connections. Maybe the k's have finally got the better of the old girl. Maybe it's time to call in a duvet day and spend some quality time in the garage with my baby. I hop off the bike and think about it. Obviously this is useless as its 6am and consciousness only starts at 8 after 2 coffees and a blow job....or at least it would if I had spent more time practicing yoga.
So I wheel the RC back into the garage and contemplate the next action. Strip the tail end back and start checking my wiring? Maybe take the front plug off and check the spark? Lets try and kick it over again. It's at this point my still asleep yet ever helpfull right thumb brushes the kill switch and I hear the bike's brain whine into action...fortunately miles in advance of mine. I humbly wheel the bike back out, close the garage and yearn for coffee and a blow job to make the day go better.
God I love bikes.
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