Patti (whipartist) wrote,
Patti
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One other thing

I'd forgotten how much fun it was to spend time with a motorcycle, a wrench, and a screwdriver.

No, really.

Working on cars always intimidates me, but motorcycles are so small and simple that I feel like I can just get in there and do what I need to do. I don't really fuck with engine stuff, but that's really only because I don't know much about it and I wouldn't do a good job.

Tonight's task was to install a centerstand. It's really straightforward-- just a couple of bolts, plus a spring, but you can't get to the bolts without taking off the passenger pegs and dropping the exhaust. Even then, there's a fair bit of wiggling stuff around to get it all in place. And then the spring is a real bear, since it's fairly stiff and you have to stretch it a lot to get it installed. I probably spent as much time on this as on the rest of the project put together, but I finally figured out how to maneuver it into place, and now it's all happy. I'm a greasy mess, but I'm happy too.

The scary part: getting cars in and out of our garage is kind of tricky, since it can be a tight fit. While I was laying on the ground half-under the bike, one of my neighbors came in and whipped around the pole right toward me. She was going to pull partially into my space so that she could get into hers easier, but didn't realize I was there. I saw her coming and pulled back, and she stopped in time anyway, but I cane reasonably close to being run over by an SUV.
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