Okay, just bought another bike... and I know once you read this, you'll be saying "wrong forum!", but just had to do it in here first since it is a general rant (I promise to behave next time when I post about this!)
So, this arvo, I shanghaied Donor over to Chez gijoe1313's splendiferous and salubrious place of ill repute. I tricked him into giving me a hand to reorg the gargre work space (Daisy and Dandi's bits were all over the place! Ooer!)
And then we went to play on my new bike...
We spent some time, sorting it out - lube, coolant, etc. and then... I let Donor be the crash test dummy. Blardy hell! Smoke everywhere, loud as an elephant's fart! Blardy good!
The experience was worst than riding a bike for the first time! No brakes, incredible acceleration and nothing between us and abrasion therapy (ATGATT?)
Up to the cul-de-sac and back. We were laughing like maniacs and had grins all around. Donor's son (we call him "sausage") was whooping it up. He was worried we were going to get him to do it too!![]()
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Had a sore hand, knee wasn't quite ride...but what the hell! I was wearing my scientific coat for this evaluation and the mandatory maori safety jandals (with holey socks)
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Donor and I were scaring seven shades of shite out of ourselves when we were revving it along. Hardly blipped the throttle before we needed to let it off to slow down (no braaakeeeeeessssssss!
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