Hi - My name's Foggy, and I'm a bike-a-holic.
I posted a little hand-shake over in the Biker Hang Out thread, but I thought I'd say hi over here too. Probably makes sense, my addiction has led me into strange and forbidding territory.
I have M.A.D., you see - Motorcycle Acquisition Disorder. Thankfully, I have a tolerant and wonderful girlfriend, so thus far, the only impact has been on my wallet.
But I think I went a step too far this time. A friend once wiscracked "Triumph - Turning riders into mechanics since 1909". I heard him. He was most likely right. I shouldn't have done it. I knew better. I knew it was a bad idea the minute I had it. But, I didn't listen to my own good advice.
So, now this is in my life:
And I really am feeling overwhelmed. I'm an OK wrench. Nothing special.
I'm not completely incompetent. I take good care of all of my other babies. But this one's gonna be trouble, isn't it?
What I know of it's history is limited. I know it sat where I found it for around ten years. It's been sitting in a dry garage, and under a cover, so the surface seems OK. Brakes work. Tires go round and round. Engine sounds 'normal" as I kick it through a few revolutions. Tranny shifts into first and back to neutral. Battery is dead as it should be after a decade. Tank is empty and dry. Throttle seems stuck, and I don't think it's the cables.
Well? Tell me the truth. I'm screwed, aren't I? This is gonna turn into an obsession, isn't it? My retirement just got pushed back ten years, didn't it?
Go ahead and tell me - I'm thick-skinned.
