Days after the "Saying Goodbye" spiel, I feel pretty good. I definitely feel liss inclinded about my panic of losing my family. I think the symbolism going on here is now that I accepted it, I don't have to stress about losing my family. It is gone, and therefore, there is nothing I can do. Make sense? Probably. I was the only one who wasn't able to see it. It was just really hard to do.
After fucking up on the Carbs, I pulled them again yesterday, and rebuilt them this time for good. I changed the oil last night and got my Seat back from Steve Gowing. I great friend and incredible seat maker. The bike looks pretty good and I feel strongly it will be my trusty steed and get me through this ride. I have done the followingl; new tires, new ignition, replace final drive, rebuilt carbs, valve adjustment, fork fluid, oil, and final drive fluid. Install bags and the seat. I have only to get the bike tuned and I am raring to go!! The shot above is after her maiden voyage to MotoHaus this AM. It ran ok but definitely needs the tune, and carb sync.
Today Angela said congrats on getting the bike running but it was filled with all sorts of hidden meaning methinks. She had some sort of weird jealousy towards my love of Motorcycles, like I chose them over her. It is weird. This new friend I have thinks it is wonderful that I have an outlet like motorcycles, which is how I feel. I have great Zen moments in the garage, hunched over and cleaning and reassembling parts. It makes me feel great to take something that has been neglected and get it back on the road. Maybe that is why I have such an affinity towards Older Bikes. I connect with them on such a different level, than with newer bikes. I will miss my garage when I move to Denver. . . . . for sure.
1 comment:
Fucking beautiful bike. No doubt.
Post a Comment