Saturday, January 29, 2011

And Then all was Once Again Right

Just hours after dropping Rosie off at the shop, I received a phone call from the mechanic. It seems during their initial inspection they had determined that the valve stems seals were leaking oil into the combustion chambers. I could hear in my mind the sound of the old manual cash register in the old hardware store I used to frequent in downtown Baconton many years ago - ching ching. But knowing that it would be pointless to attempt to tune the fuel injection system if oil was in the mix as well and knowing that the condition would quickly lead to fouled spark plugs, I gave the go ahead to make the repairs needed to correct that issue as well.

The remainder of the week, I would step into the garage every evening and glance at the empty spot where Rosie should be and think how odd it looked. I would then walk back into the house and think how much the bill would be when the mechanic finished. I remembered a phrase my Dad used to throw out in situations like this when I first started driving and would encounter expensive mechanical repairs with my six year old El Camino, "That's the joys of motoring!" No joy in this town, Pop.

As I was leaving work Thursday, I got the call, Rosie's repairs were complete, and I could pick her up whenever I was ready. I quickly called my wife to see if she was working late or if she could give me a ride out to the dealership. She lightly laughed and said, "You really want to pick it up tonight don't you?" Yeah, she knows me.

After we got to the dealership they hung me upside down by my ankles and a large man shook me relentlessly until every penny had fallen from my pockets. Convinced they had relieved me of everything that mildly resembled currency, they returned Rosie to me.

Before leaving, my wife spotted a new Harley Trike that caught her interest. She has avoided riding with me, because she gets squirrely every time I lean into a turn. Her comment on the Trike was simple, "I could ride on that, it doesn't lean." Nice, I thought, Only $31,000. I pulled out my empty pockets in a universal display of a cashless state of being.

By the time we hit the road home, it was dark and around 30F. I did not mind it in the least. I enjoyed the thirty minute ride on the winding road over the lake. The bike felt great and seemed to have more horsepower and torque than ever.

Friday morning was clear and around 40F, so I rode to work. The scenery was not much, but it was good just to be back on two wheels. And that in itself just made it seem like all was right, even for just a little while.

-Peace

9 comments:

Charlie6 said...

It's always a good feeling to get one's motorcycle back.....

dom


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Canajun said...

There's nothing quite as lonely as an empty motorcycle parking spot in your garage. Glad you got her back and running well. Worth every penny I bet. :)

FLHX_Dave said...

I can really relate to this. I actually totally understood that whole ride home after the shop...except for the 30 degree part.

Now...I think you left out the part, where you sat in the garage and looked at the bike for a few minutes, after you got it home.

Glad all is well

Allen Madding said...

Dom - you know that is right!

Canajun - worth every penny indeed. Now if we can just get to Spring!

Dave - I admit it, we had to go out of town for a funeral in the wife's cage. As we backed out of the garage and when the garage door rolled up when we returned, I made the same comment, "That is a good looking motorcycle."

Keep Riding and Enjoying, Guys!

-Peace

Mike said...

Glad you got Rosie back and she's running well but sorry about the cha ching part. Sometimes I've wondered what that would be like to have the bike in the shop and be bike-less.

Those Trikes are interesting. The Can Am Spyders are nice too.

Mr. Motorcycle said...

I laughed when you commented about looking at the bike as you left the garage and when you returned and said, "That is a good looking motorcycle."

I ALWAYS do that. Except, I say, "Thats a nice looking moty". My wife and kid's think I'm nuts for sure.

Glad all is right in the Madding garage again.

Jack Riepe said...

Dear Allen Madding:

It has been my experience that the size of the motorcycle repair bill is inversely proportional to the amount of ready cash on hand. The annual service on my 16-year-old bike runs around $100 per month, not including the tires.

I have yet to experience a major breakdown (nothing that left me stranded) but a fuel pump cost me $500 and a micro-switch cost me another $250. That raised the riding tax (as I call it) to $1700 one year, plus the cost of tires.

Nothing that is really fun is ever cheap. I looked at the Harley trike too. It is absolutely great looking. They wouldn't let me sit on it without seeing the color of my cash. But the BMW conversion kit from Hannigan (complete from their shop) is in the same ballpark. I can't play ball in that league — not this year.

My moto-writing career is going to be limited to humor, as there is limited technical knowledge required. Besides, the world can use a few laughs, don't you think?

Fondest regards,
Jack • reep • Toad
Twisted Roads

Allen Madding said...

Mike - Thanks apparently I have really become attached to the old girl. I guess I am going to have to find someone that will rent a trike for a weekend to let me give the mrs. a trial run.

Mr. Motorcycle - Wow, are you another brother by another mother? My wife cracked up when I read your response.

reep - I probably wouldn't have flinched quite so hard at the bill if I hadn't have just put a new set of tires on the truck the weekend prior. But the big guy shaking me popped my back, so maybe he deserved a little tip for that.

The trikes seem to be an expensive neighborhood. If we go down that road, I will employ the same strategy I have used for every Harley purchase. Wait for a used one, two to three years old with less than 3,000 miles on it and take advantage of the depreciation :)

Finally, this world could use more than a few laughs. So, I am compelled to say that your moto-writing career should fill a much needed void! Write on my friend, write on.

-Peace

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