So I thought I would do as I did the last time I f___'d up like that, and start the bike to at least blow out any sitting in the engine. when I turned the key, the starter rolled it over one time and jammed. OH double crap, now I've done it. tried a few seconds later just to see and it just buzzed, definitely jammed.
So then I was majorly depressed, really sure I had killed the old girl, or at least put 'er out of commission for a while till I could get to tearing it down, so I rolled it up into the driveway and parked it on the centerstand to rest and went to bed.
All morning I was *@%^$*@%^$*@%^$*@%^$ed I couldn't ride to work today, and went about my morning accordingly, lollygagging around since I can get to work ten minutes faster in the car anyway... but as I walked out to the car, I just had to try again. so I pushed the button, and whadya know, she roars to life!!! not jammed, not funny from gas? the window had looked like there was a normal oil level, so whoo hooo!!! I didn't have to drive the damn cage after all!!!!
that's all, just glad to be here by two wheels, not four!!!

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