She arrived yesterday (with the rest of the household goods, but I have priorities). I fueled her up and connected the battery this evening. She started right up. Limped a little. I let her idle and get her juices going. Once she was warmed up and purring, I took her for a spin. I missed her so much. The garage now has the stale smell of a bike that's been run after sitting up a while. It took 2.5 months to get here. But she's back! Paint me happy! David.
Thats the way to ride them! Had a house where the stink would permeate into the abode. It was not a hit with the wife, but I didnt mind it :smile:
Eh. The wife was the one who wanted this assignment. She decided at the last minute that she didn't want to come. Now, she wants a divorce. I'm thinking about parking my bike in the livingroom now.
I been to Brussels years ago, drove from Frankfurt. I used to have a motorcycle parked in my bedroom before I got married :evil: They are art! So why should'nt they be entitle to the best spot in the house. :wink: Sorry about your divorce.
