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Bad Timing
I spent the best part of the week after the MOA rally giving my R1150GS a thorough service and repair. Actually after 134,000 miles I decided it was time to change the break in oil. While at it, I replaced front and rear brake pads, flushed brake fluid, replaced alternator belt, removed Ohlins for another rebuild (those things really do suck), repaired running lights after 1 ½ years, replaced air filter, changed all fluids, checked wheel and steering bearings, cleaned up threads on many bolts and nuts, adjusted valves, replaced gaskets on valve covers, new plugs, throttle body synch, de-carbonization, repaired throttle meister, and other minor tweets. You get the picture, I really did give it a good going over, then yesterday I had a weak moment and actually washed, waxed and polished the bike after cleaning the wheels. Yep don’t faint, Outlaw has one clean bike.
This is where the bad timing comes in. Today I received another excellent Alabeemer Newsletter and discovered that our president was offering to take folks out to dinner and even wash their bikes if they bought 10 books of raffle tickets. If I had received the letter yesterday, I may have just ordered up 10 books for myself, just to watch Ron try the impossible – clean my bike. Hey, but I still have the R1100GS and it might be dirtier than the 1150 – options still open.
Now my other bit of bad timing. Got my old R27 running and decided to ride it to Athens this past weekend wearing my Nazi helmet (see prior newsletters for story on the Nazi helmet) to the monthly cruise in of classic automobiles. The weather looked stormy, but I just had to do it after being run out of town 44 years ago.
As I sat around the square sharing lies with the passing crowd, the lightning and thunder began. I decided to pack up my Kermit chair so I could make a quick get-away if it began to rain. With the first drops, I kicked the ol’ girl to life and decided to ride to my sister’s house about 1 ½ miles away. The first signal caught me, and as I sat there it began to rain. The next signal also caught me and by now the bottom had fallen out and I’m sitting there with absolutely no rain gear, just blue jeans, a leather jacket and the Nazi helmet. The light changed and the rain came heavier. About half way to my sister’s it was about to beat my eyes out, so I closed one eye and squinted with the other trying to ride down the now flooded street. Arriving at my sister’s, I could not have been wetter if I had jumped in the river.
I asked her to give me something to wear and put my clothes in the dryer. She gave me a towel to wrap around, then I placed all my clothes first in the washer to spin out the excess water and then into the dryer to dry. Thank the Lord for family.
Despite the bad timing with the weather, it was another great adventure for the Outlaw.
Photos of going to the cruise in may be viewed at:
Later,
Outlaw
This is where the bad timing comes in. Today I received another excellent Alabeemer Newsletter and discovered that our president was offering to take folks out to dinner and even wash their bikes if they bought 10 books of raffle tickets. If I had received the letter yesterday, I may have just ordered up 10 books for myself, just to watch Ron try the impossible – clean my bike. Hey, but I still have the R1100GS and it might be dirtier than the 1150 – options still open.
Now my other bit of bad timing. Got my old R27 running and decided to ride it to Athens this past weekend wearing my Nazi helmet (see prior newsletters for story on the Nazi helmet) to the monthly cruise in of classic automobiles. The weather looked stormy, but I just had to do it after being run out of town 44 years ago.
As I sat around the square sharing lies with the passing crowd, the lightning and thunder began. I decided to pack up my Kermit chair so I could make a quick get-away if it began to rain. With the first drops, I kicked the ol’ girl to life and decided to ride to my sister’s house about 1 ½ miles away. The first signal caught me, and as I sat there it began to rain. The next signal also caught me and by now the bottom had fallen out and I’m sitting there with absolutely no rain gear, just blue jeans, a leather jacket and the Nazi helmet. The light changed and the rain came heavier. About half way to my sister’s it was about to beat my eyes out, so I closed one eye and squinted with the other trying to ride down the now flooded street. Arriving at my sister’s, I could not have been wetter if I had jumped in the river.
I asked her to give me something to wear and put my clothes in the dryer. She gave me a towel to wrap around, then I placed all my clothes first in the washer to spin out the excess water and then into the dryer to dry. Thank the Lord for family.
Despite the bad timing with the weather, it was another great adventure for the Outlaw.
Photos of going to the cruise in may be viewed at:
Later,
Outlaw
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