Well done mate, don’t knock yourself around too much, or you’ll have the rest of your life to regret it. I was never a professional fighter (or professional anything, really, unless bullsh1tting is considered a profession?) but I managed to hurt myself a lot when I was younger, and now I’m paying for it. Luckily the VA pays for all my medical, operations and drugs etc, but it’s not much fun when my fingers lock up with arthritis and I can’t actually make a fist with either hand now.
I was feeling a bit miserable at work yesterday after getting shafted with more work to cover for a person who’s resigned from her job and as I’m the only other person who’s qualified, I “inherited” a ton of work. Anyway I came home and opened a ginger beer and started admiring my RC51 that I’m in the process of recommissioning, and I couldn’t help myself, I turned the key on, and thumbed the starter, and was immediately rewarded with the raucous cacophony of a race bike’s mechanical symphony. Fcuk it sounds sweet. That really cheered me up!
The new Motobatt battery was delivered today so I can unhook the huge truck battery and reinstall the tank, seat, and other parts I removed to de-rust the tank and replace the in tank pump and filter. I’ve replaced the clutch master cylinder assembly as the one on it was knackered (luckily I have a spare RC51 in pieces) and just need to do the oil and filter change, and I can take it for a sneaky lap, but not too far as the Metzler semi-slicks are rock hard, and need replacing with some sticky rubber. I don’t like a lot of people, but motorcycles make me happy.