You don’t know how alone I feel when talking to you…
I love my good ol’ metallic deposits when eating out.
Here’s a sifter with rust that is used sift people’s flour with at the lovely establishment I’m currently at.
He said he asked his boss and they said to keep it despite it being a serious violation.
Management = Fucktards
So with everything I’ve done from the carbs, fuel pump, battery, rebuilds of master/slave cylinders, petcock to the small electrical repairs I’ve done. It’s obvious that the biggest thing wrong with her bike was the wiring harness (loom) which is 29 years old and brittle as hell.
I found some cheap but they did not look good at all.
Then I found one for $45 that looked okay. I’m ordering it this week and I believe this is the last thing her bike needs now except for some tires.
But I did finally get to turn the motor over!!! Which sounded good.
Had to take exhaust off, loosen the front peg and take the cover off to get to the slave cylinder for the clutch.
Cleaned the air box, air filters and compartments. Cleaned whatever else we could without dunking the bike in a pool. Good ol’ Texas dirt!
Will be updating more. Ordering brake caliper rebuild kits and both master cylinder rebuild kits. New tires and more brake pads. Gonna do an oil change and flush the cooling system and replace fluids.
Oh and I love it! Seeing how fucking stupid people are…
Real genius put the tires on backwards!
She knows there are so many reasons why this might not work, so instead of paying attention to the one reason why it will, she focuses on the ways it won’t. It’s called self-preservation, and it’s all she knows.
She listens to love songs and she lets them pass through her and she wants them to be her life. But she can’t.
She wants to be that sickeningly happy.