My adventure..

[Dragonfly]

Because if nothing else, at least Graff will understand.. It had to be
done, no choice about it, but that didn't make it any more pleasant.

My housemate got a new motorcycle, a beautiful, nearly prestine 1986
250cc Ninja, in the uber-rare red over black color, tricked out for
racing. But, it had been sitting in a garage for gods only know how
long, so on his first ride out, he got stranded, and I had to go get
him. Only about 16 miles down the freeway from home, but in the "big"
city around here.. But I couldn't just leave him there.

The next day, I packed up some tools and a spare battery, and figured
out a bus route, and got on the bus, and got to the bike... I thought
for sure I'd die of heart attack on the bus, but I apparently didn't.
Fixed up the bike a bit, managed to ride it home, though I had to stop
a few times on the way back to get the bike going again... Every time
the bike stalled, people stopped and stared at me. Guess it was an
unusual sight, tiny girl in pigtail braids struggling with a race-
looking motorcycle in the middle of the street..

An adventure. I would have thought it thrilling, if I wasn't terrified
the whole way. It sure did make me glad my lovely bike runs as
smoothly as it does, never leaves me stranded, never causes such
problems..

His pretty bike is safe in the garage now, and he will not ride it out
until he's sure he's gotten it mechanically sound. He's pretty aware
of just how difficult all that was for me, and has been very kind to
me since. But I'm still shaking from the experience. Ick. Unpleasant.

I don't much like adventures..

Dragonfly

[Graffnoir]

Hello (((Dragonfly))) :)

That was quite the adventure you had. I'm impressed you handled the
bus so well....not something I could have managed...I'm proud of you.
The idea of having a brake down can be terrifying and having a
reliable motorcycle is wonderful. I had a call yesterday from a friend
who asked to borrow my garage to fix an intermittent problem. He
called and after several hours of trying to find this problem I
suggested a few ideas and he found out it was something as simple as a
faulty connector block. So an 86 2 and a half ninja huh.....don't see
many around these days. A friend had a Scorpion ( Z250 ) which I've
ridden in the past....think I will stick with my S83.....there is
nothing like a 1360cc pulsing the miles away :). Which model of bike
do you have...I'm not sure if you have mentioned it ( Probably have
but my memory isn't what it used to be :-) ). Do you think I could see
a picture of you stood next to your bike....be nice to see :). I have
another reason for asking to see a picture of you by your bike.....it
was the line tiny girl in pigtail braids.....sounds sweet :). My
e-mail address is posted with every post and seeing your bike sounds
like fun. Don't tell me what it is if you do send a picture as I can
take a guess....well it adds to the fun :). Well congratulations on
your incredible adventure (((Dragonfly))) :).

(((Mellow Gentle Squishes))) to you and all whom you Love :)



On Sun, 30 Mar 2008 10:04:16 -0700 (PDT), Dragonfly

Post by Dragonfly
Because if nothing else, at least Graff will understand.. It had to be
done, no choice about it, but that didn't make it any more pleasant.
My housemate got a new motorcycle, a beautiful, nearly prestine 1986
250cc Ninja, in the uber-rare red over black color, tricked out for
racing. But, it had been sitting in a garage for gods only know how
long, so on his first ride out, he got stranded, and I had to go get
him. Only about 16 miles down the freeway from home, but in the "big"
city around here.. But I couldn't just leave him there.
The next day, I packed up some tools and a spare battery, and figured
out a bus route, and got on the bus, and got to the bike... I thought
for sure I'd die of heart attack on the bus, but I apparently didn't.
Fixed up the bike a bit, managed to ride it home, though I had to stop
a few times on the way back to get the bike going again... Every time
the bike stalled, people stopped and stared at me. Guess it was an
unusual sight, tiny girl in pigtail braids struggling with a race-
looking motorcycle in the middle of the street..
An adventure. I would have thought it thrilling, if I wasn't terrified
the whole way. It sure did make me glad my lovely bike runs as
smoothly as it does, never leaves me stranded, never causes such
problems..
His pretty bike is safe in the garage now, and he will not ride it out
until he's sure he's gotten it mechanically sound. He's pretty aware
of just how difficult all that was for me, and has been very kind to
me since. But I'm still shaking from the experience. Ick. Unpleasant.
I don't much like adventures..
Dragonfly

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