I'm pissed off with myself. Yep, hard to believe that I could find fault in my beaut self, but there you go, even a mighty oak can fall.
You see dear readers, I'm now on my Christmas vacation where I've got 5 glorious weeks of getting up sometime before lunch, and going to bed some time before breakfast, riding my bikes and drinking a river of booze. Sadly my dad is in and out of hospital at the mo, so I won't be paddling the Amazon, or riding route 66 on a new Indian Chief, but I've got plenty of stuff to do to keep me occupied.
I've been planning my holidays for the last 11 months, (since my first day after I started back at work this year) and while I've been sitting at my desk at work, bored shiitless, I've day dreamed of being out in the garage and working on my various projects, like checking and adjusting my 'Wang's valve timing just to make sure it's spot-on. (I took it for a ride yesterday and it ran fine, but I just need to know that all's well)
Of course I also need to continue fitting the cool 17 inch FZ6R wheels to my Yamaha FJ1200 (I took it for a lap around the block last night and was amazed at how well it actually handles with air in the tyres..............) replacing the other fork seal on my BMW K100RS SE, (I replaced the one that was leaking, but this one looked fine until I took it for a ride. Poop.) and synching the carbs on my mighty CB750. (previously I couldn't hear the clutch rattle over the piston slap, but now that I've replaced the pistons and the engine's much quieter, the clutch is rattling so bad it sounds like a psychopath trashing an xylophone factory.
Oh, and I need to wash a years worth of dust and fly shiit off my Triumph Rocket III and get it in for it's second service that was due at 1 year or 16000 Km. (it's now 6 years old, with only 11000 Km on the odo) That's the problem with having several bikes, you want to share the love, but you tend to ride the bikes you enjoy riding the most, and for some reason, I'd rather ride my ratty old bikes, than my shiny new bike.
So why then, am I so pissed off with myself? Well it's 11am as I sit here typing this drivel, when I should be out in the garage! Yesterday, I sat inside until 3pm (when I went for a ride) watching the cricket! WTF?? I've gotta get out there and get my finger outta my butt or I'll wake up one morning and realise that I've done nothng all vacation! Fcuking hell!
Get up big Terry! (I often call myself "Big Terry", you see) Put down that big glass of chilly Coruba Rum and Coke, get out of that comfy Italian leather recliner, switch off your big plasma TV and get out into that hot steel garage and do something sweaty and smelly! Get up big feller! Do it!
Damn, I'm still here, and somehow I just refilled my glass. Oh well, I really shouldn't operate machinery when I've been drinking, so it's probably better that I stay here where it's safe............