FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!
Got all the freshly-painted pieces back on the Goose Hawk, then admired it for all of ten seconds this morning before watching it melt like the Wicked Witch of the West when I spilled gas filling it up. I put a month and a half of love into that paintjob.
Add to that an intense desire to rip my petcock from the bike and light it on fire before I huck it in a dumpster and watch the whole thing go up like a bonfire, then run out and buy something shiny from Yamaha or Kawi's 2006 lineup (wouldn't work - it would stay stock only as long as it took to get it home. I fantasize about modding every moto I see, and I'd promptly fuck a new one up just as bad as this one). Let me explain: I'm leaking Texas gold like a busted faucet where the bigass nut attaches the petcock to the tank. (It's so bad that it melted the asphalt under the kick. I'm lucky the Hawk didn't tip over - the kick was buried half it's length in the asphalt. Needless to say its on the centerstand now...) The gasket wasn't seated right when I screwed it back on. I think I crimped it, and now it just won't sit right.
I think.
I took tomorrow off to ride to southern Vermont and clear the cobwebs, and now I'm garaged again.
Fuck, fuck, fuckety-fuck, fuckety-fuck, fuck...
Got all the freshly-painted pieces back on the Goose Hawk, then admired it for all of ten seconds this morning before watching it melt like the Wicked Witch of the West when I spilled gas filling it up. I put a month and a half of love into that paintjob.
Add to that an intense desire to rip my petcock from the bike and light it on fire before I huck it in a dumpster and watch the whole thing go up like a bonfire, then run out and buy something shiny from Yamaha or Kawi's 2006 lineup (wouldn't work - it would stay stock only as long as it took to get it home. I fantasize about modding every moto I see, and I'd promptly fuck a new one up just as bad as this one). Let me explain: I'm leaking Texas gold like a busted faucet where the bigass nut attaches the petcock to the tank. (It's so bad that it melted the asphalt under the kick. I'm lucky the Hawk didn't tip over - the kick was buried half it's length in the asphalt. Needless to say its on the centerstand now...) The gasket wasn't seated right when I screwed it back on. I think I crimped it, and now it just won't sit right.
I think.
I took tomorrow off to ride to southern Vermont and clear the cobwebs, and now I'm garaged again.
Fuck, fuck, fuckety-fuck, fuckety-fuck, fuck...
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