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I'm widely and correctly recognized as a ham fisted over torquing un-teachable fettering fool, yet can't hardly stay ahead of all the fasteners my good ole factory Trixie loosens to loses, in waves and cycles at differing regions depending on the season of the year and moon phase.
Wes says he loves/hates riding his solid mount Bonneville as hwy speeds constantly working at metal fatiguing every bracket and brace and fastener and seal. That's not counting the rough and ready rides to and from pavement, the few few miles actually sharper edged worse than the gravel pot holes and washboards.
One would hope a Commando was beyond that designed in accelerating innate vibration decay rate and I'm building a special a good bit - just to make it immune to Daily Gremlins.
One would right off assume there was a bad tune imbalanced mis firing in a skewed mounted power unit on over tight un-squared up isolastics on old chunked harden half flat tires, but nope even curmudgeon nick picking Wesley grins at Trixies step on starts at slow steady idle and my Princess on a Pea spinal injury sensitivity is lulled to nothing-ness all day long this way and that, ahhh.
Last afternoon after carrying office supplies, coffee thermos, leaking sole ride boots with split out toe maccassins stuffed inside to saddle shop, to work, left key off dead bat state, No Joy No matter the kick violence with dead bat in circuit > Wes came along at right time for me to leave > gave a push off and then while waiting on a charge savoring a reason to heat up a Combat on the growling side of idle and carbon clearing blips, ahhhhh sooo....
Dang nosy Wesley was seen fiddling with loose hangers for luggage rack strut, grab bar rail and a missing seat clamp nut. I slapped his hand off to stop bringing my attention to another batch of items I didn't see on leaving that day, having nipped em up for the luggage carrying of last weeks joy ride errands. I had to stifle the running hillbilly flavored self dialog of how sad a state our hobby horses are always in and will definitely continue to decay if we take em out and how foolish for us to keep at it year after year, UGH - SwaT ShutUP!
Was feeling pretty darn smug i tell ya after RTV on carb screws lasted a few hundred miles of nerve to stay on Combat cam zone in safe zones. Last pm on the push off R rear set peg came loose to twist down so did the rev up and turn around one foot loose. Also for first time last pm couldn't turn off taps by pure feel, fumbled in confused sensory input to finally look down to see taps both loose and turned to hide levers. All's I can say is -ugh-. Which is not nearly the same state I call The Blank Brit Iron Starting State, ya know like testing annoying traction reaction before the bends and glancing in mirror for police to see a long strip of dark oil glistening.... or crank nut jams open case seam to throw a 4 ft long spray slice of oil out ahead, just like the moves when a board sword slashes an opponent in two.
I was feeling frisky today so went out in Trixie's space - gathered stuff to fix kitchen ceiling and floor to build up my sense of effective handy man again. uhg. My over all loss of parts on the fly is too long to list, but do note Trixie's tail mount is holding up fine, but likely jinxed it now, ugh. Oh yeah rear brake peddle is being pulled way up yet goes way down before effective, hear a sort of whine in rear drum on slow easy low gear riding, don't get hot nor make a sound once pushing, wonder what loose missing there??
What may bother me most I think is I have no defense to Wesley's calmly delivered mood attacks laid on me on so dryly, matter of fact-ly. He can go on same way about marriage too. So let get on our bikes and ride the parts off em.
Wes says he loves/hates riding his solid mount Bonneville as hwy speeds constantly working at metal fatiguing every bracket and brace and fastener and seal. That's not counting the rough and ready rides to and from pavement, the few few miles actually sharper edged worse than the gravel pot holes and washboards.
One would hope a Commando was beyond that designed in accelerating innate vibration decay rate and I'm building a special a good bit - just to make it immune to Daily Gremlins.
One would right off assume there was a bad tune imbalanced mis firing in a skewed mounted power unit on over tight un-squared up isolastics on old chunked harden half flat tires, but nope even curmudgeon nick picking Wesley grins at Trixies step on starts at slow steady idle and my Princess on a Pea spinal injury sensitivity is lulled to nothing-ness all day long this way and that, ahhh.
Last afternoon after carrying office supplies, coffee thermos, leaking sole ride boots with split out toe maccassins stuffed inside to saddle shop, to work, left key off dead bat state, No Joy No matter the kick violence with dead bat in circuit > Wes came along at right time for me to leave > gave a push off and then while waiting on a charge savoring a reason to heat up a Combat on the growling side of idle and carbon clearing blips, ahhhhh sooo....
Dang nosy Wesley was seen fiddling with loose hangers for luggage rack strut, grab bar rail and a missing seat clamp nut. I slapped his hand off to stop bringing my attention to another batch of items I didn't see on leaving that day, having nipped em up for the luggage carrying of last weeks joy ride errands. I had to stifle the running hillbilly flavored self dialog of how sad a state our hobby horses are always in and will definitely continue to decay if we take em out and how foolish for us to keep at it year after year, UGH - SwaT ShutUP!
Was feeling pretty darn smug i tell ya after RTV on carb screws lasted a few hundred miles of nerve to stay on Combat cam zone in safe zones. Last pm on the push off R rear set peg came loose to twist down so did the rev up and turn around one foot loose. Also for first time last pm couldn't turn off taps by pure feel, fumbled in confused sensory input to finally look down to see taps both loose and turned to hide levers. All's I can say is -ugh-. Which is not nearly the same state I call The Blank Brit Iron Starting State, ya know like testing annoying traction reaction before the bends and glancing in mirror for police to see a long strip of dark oil glistening.... or crank nut jams open case seam to throw a 4 ft long spray slice of oil out ahead, just like the moves when a board sword slashes an opponent in two.
I was feeling frisky today so went out in Trixie's space - gathered stuff to fix kitchen ceiling and floor to build up my sense of effective handy man again. uhg. My over all loss of parts on the fly is too long to list, but do note Trixie's tail mount is holding up fine, but likely jinxed it now, ugh. Oh yeah rear brake peddle is being pulled way up yet goes way down before effective, hear a sort of whine in rear drum on slow easy low gear riding, don't get hot nor make a sound once pushing, wonder what loose missing there??
What may bother me most I think is I have no defense to Wesley's calmly delivered mood attacks laid on me on so dryly, matter of fact-ly. He can go on same way about marriage too. So let get on our bikes and ride the parts off em.
