A cold, windy spring, interrupted by travel and a fairly heavy work schedule. Then, rain and more rain. But the wind has stopped, the streets have dried and the sun has broken out.
Tonight I pushed her out of the corner of the garage, rinsed and filled the tank, reinstalled the battery and cleaned and tightened down the plugs…
“Alive, she cried.”
I positively reek of gasoline. It’s better than perfume.
Come to think of it … I don’t own any perfume.
Now, this is my idea of a speed date.
Your bike is a piece of shit just like your website!
So when your’re riding that thing (just to be clear) your’re essentially saying: “Chase me!”
Just asking.
Well, no – that’s not what I’m saying.
Still, I think it makes you (potentially) a “fast woman”.
oooooooh.
Have fun.
Potentially? Do you know what “powerband” means?
And “annoyed” – regarding my vintage piece of shit;
http://www.katewerk.com/images/rd_ad_1.jpg
(The image is pretty large, so move your bottom scrollbar to read the ad copy on the right.)
I’m sure the “speed walking” grannies in the background of photo #2 were pleased with the blue cloud of exhaust fumes…
Both had big grins on their faces. They stopped as they walked by, but I couldn’t hear what they were saying.
It sounds like a leaf blower on steroids.
Speaking of which, why the massive exhaust cloud of improperly combusted fuel? Just cold and cranky? In need of a little adjustment & tweaking, or is that actually oil and that thing needs open heart surgery?
Curious, as I rarely see bikes spew that kind of cloud.
It’s a two stroke, so burns oil as part of the tank mix. But, in this case, I was starting it for the first time – last fall I coated the inside of the cylinders in motor oil, along with the tank – to protect from rust and moisture, etc.
So, a little more blue than usual. But it always produces these “cloud effects” when running at high revs.
Kiss me you fool!
Beautiful. Reminds me of the days with my old TR-4 (IRS). Loved that car, but got too old and busy to handle the annual upkeep rituals. So I sold my soul (and the car) and eventually bought a BMW Z3. Starts like charm, all the electrical stuff works (sorry for projecting; that’s a British car thing and not a Japanese motorcycle thing), but it’s just not the same. Just wait until I win the lottery, though!
Enjoy the rest of the summer and fall.
If you moved to the southwestern U.S., you could ride all year.
Just a thought.
If you ever get to Indy, Kate, I want a ride!
BTW, HOW in the H**L do you put up with Robert McClennon being in the same country as you?
Good Lord.
I didn’t recognize it from the photos until I loaded the ad. I rode one when I was a kid, on vacation at a farm in Illinois. Pretty doggone fast for its size.
Of course, I didn’t learn the bike’s brakes were shot until that last turn around the back of the barn. Cornstalks hurt when you’re getting slapped in the face with them at 40mph.