Once upon a time, I was secure in my masculinity. I may have owned a Honda, but it was a proper man's bike, no electric start to be seen, occasionally kicking back through the starter, requiring at least three gigantic kicks before it would think about coughing from cold; and when hot, a proper balls-out sprinting bump start. Tick-over? Forget it! Take your hand of the throttle for a moment in traffic and it would stop running -- requiring another draining bump start.
But today I did something odd. I poked and prodded around with multimeter and screwdriver, eventually replacing both coil and CDI. I'd tried replacing these individually before, but replacing both weirdly seemed to do the trick (makes me think that yet something else was the problem -- dodgy ground wire got nudged?).
Now?! Bloody bike starts first kick, hot or cold. I can even do it bare-foot. It idles happily away in traffic, despite roasting my legs, for as long as I can be bothered to sit there with arms folded.
I can feel my manliness slipping away quickly. My bike no longer causes people to call me `dedicated' and `a real biker'; no! now it's merely a gentle-natured Honda -- the sort of machine you meet the Nicest People on. It's now a happy little girl's bike, with no quirks at all apart from the oil leaks, vibration and ineffectual brakes.
I'm feeling rather depressed.
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