Those of you who know me probably know that I have put my dirtbike through a figurative watery hell. Twice. I am impressed that the poor thing still runs.
Anyway, when I say that, I mean that I laid the thing over due to incompetence in a river and seized the engine once. I took the engine to Yamaha and completely accidentally (really, I wasn't trying to. Or it would not have worked) used my awesome hot girl powers to get it fixed. Super super cheap. I then took the bike out again and dropped it in the water. Again. This time I shut off the engine before I got it seized. It had some issues so I rebuilt the carburetor and lo and behold it ran better than ever!
Anyway, that was before I started working in construction all summer. Working in construction in Alaska=working 7 days a week. No life in the summer really. So my bike sat in the garage with the fluids in it (shoulda drained those....) for years.
Last summer I went to pull it out and discovered my front brake was havin issues. Damn... I want to start riding again so I decided to try and fix that. Well, let's see if it starts first. I kick it and it fires up pretty well. I put it in gear and it goes... and goes... pulling in the clutch does not release the flywheel and make the engine stop pulling like it should.. and I have no front brake. The rear brake is not doing much at all. Shittt... Oh right, engine kill switch. I get the bike off and do some research on the newest problem.
Well, I put cheap oil in it last time I changed it because I really just needed to drain the old stuff out that had gotten mixed with water and flush the thing. I should have drained the new shit I put in because it has now practically glued my clutch assembly together. Well, that is the best I can figure as to what its problem is. It was fine last summer and I have not touched it since.
Anyway, so my list of stuff to do to get it running is growing. The good news is that I don't think there is anything else to go wrong with it... the back brake is new, the engine was just repaired, and the carburetor was just rebuilt. So when I fix the clutch and front brake, I should be in business! I hope....
Thursday, May 17, 2012
Monday, May 7, 2012
I lose my shirt
This weekend was graduation weekend. And Cinco De Mayo. And the "super moon". Which is the night the moon is the closest to the earth and is super big looking! Sadly, it was cloudy so I couldn't see it. :(
Therefore, there was some partying to be done. I went to a lot of graduation bbqs and concluded that since I was to sick to celebrate my graduation last year, I may as well make up for it this year. Long story short, I end up downtown at "da club" on Saturday night with some friends.
We start at the Anchor and conclude the music sucks and is not making us want to dance, which is the whole reason we decided that going out was a good idea. Also, we are some of the only people dancing to. Kind of lame. It is no fun when everyone can actually see my horrible dance moves. So we try the next place down the road. The Avenue turns out to be a little more hopping. We decide to stay here for a while.
The place is packed and insanely hot. Everyone wearing an undershirt has stripped down to it. So I decide that is a good idea too. I am wearing a super cool (temperature wise, not cool cool, well it is bright bright green so I guess it is pretty cool...) tank top underneath so this is a good call. I carefully put my shirt with my coat. After a few drinks and a tequila shot to celebrate Cinco De Mayo, and a really sloppy attempt by some guy to convince me to come home with him and sleep with him (uh, hello buddy, you can't even answer the simple questions about yourself I am asking you, hellssss noooo. What kind of a girl do you think I am? This is all moving so fast!), we then decide we need to go outside and cool off.
I am careful to grab my coat and my shirt on the way out. We push our way through the crowd and make it outside. Ahh! fresh air! I look down, uhhh where is my shirt?!?! Shit guys! I lost my shirt! I go back inside and look all over the floor. No where to be found. My friend goes back inside with me to help me look, and make sure someone isn't wearing it. Oh! That might be why I can't find it on the floor. We still don't find it. Eh, I liked that shirt but oh wells!
We head off to the Bernie's which is pretty fun. The DJ here used to work at the Anchor when it was my favorite place to dance. Now Bernie's is the place with the good music. We hang out until they kick us out for the night. I get home and go to sleep.
Anyway, so the next day, I go to a graduation BBQ out in Eagle River. On the way back into town, we decide to stop at the Avenue to check and see if my shirt had turned up.
We walk in. The bouncer wants to check my ID. "Umm, I don't want a drink, do you have a lost and found? I kinda lost my shirt last night..." He laughed and wanted to know if I had too much tequila. Nope, I didn't have much to drink in general last night, tequila or otherwise. He has me describe it. "Ummm, it is blue?" He asks about the fabric and if it is soft and kind of thin. Ummm, yup, sounds like it. He takes me to the lost and found and produces my shirt. I start laughing. I am not sure why. He then again asks me about the amount of tequila I had last night. Ummm, no, still didn't have much of that... Apparently I am missing some sort of reference and he was trying to be funny. Sorry dude, I am lacking in cultural references....
Anyway, I was really excited to get my lost shirt back :D
Therefore, there was some partying to be done. I went to a lot of graduation bbqs and concluded that since I was to sick to celebrate my graduation last year, I may as well make up for it this year. Long story short, I end up downtown at "da club" on Saturday night with some friends.
We start at the Anchor and conclude the music sucks and is not making us want to dance, which is the whole reason we decided that going out was a good idea. Also, we are some of the only people dancing to. Kind of lame. It is no fun when everyone can actually see my horrible dance moves. So we try the next place down the road. The Avenue turns out to be a little more hopping. We decide to stay here for a while.
The place is packed and insanely hot. Everyone wearing an undershirt has stripped down to it. So I decide that is a good idea too. I am wearing a super cool (temperature wise, not cool cool, well it is bright bright green so I guess it is pretty cool...) tank top underneath so this is a good call. I carefully put my shirt with my coat. After a few drinks and a tequila shot to celebrate Cinco De Mayo, and a really sloppy attempt by some guy to convince me to come home with him and sleep with him (uh, hello buddy, you can't even answer the simple questions about yourself I am asking you, hellssss noooo. What kind of a girl do you think I am? This is all moving so fast!), we then decide we need to go outside and cool off.
I am careful to grab my coat and my shirt on the way out. We push our way through the crowd and make it outside. Ahh! fresh air! I look down, uhhh where is my shirt?!?! Shit guys! I lost my shirt! I go back inside and look all over the floor. No where to be found. My friend goes back inside with me to help me look, and make sure someone isn't wearing it. Oh! That might be why I can't find it on the floor. We still don't find it. Eh, I liked that shirt but oh wells!
We head off to the Bernie's which is pretty fun. The DJ here used to work at the Anchor when it was my favorite place to dance. Now Bernie's is the place with the good music. We hang out until they kick us out for the night. I get home and go to sleep.
Anyway, so the next day, I go to a graduation BBQ out in Eagle River. On the way back into town, we decide to stop at the Avenue to check and see if my shirt had turned up.
We walk in. The bouncer wants to check my ID. "Umm, I don't want a drink, do you have a lost and found? I kinda lost my shirt last night..." He laughed and wanted to know if I had too much tequila. Nope, I didn't have much to drink in general last night, tequila or otherwise. He has me describe it. "Ummm, it is blue?" He asks about the fabric and if it is soft and kind of thin. Ummm, yup, sounds like it. He takes me to the lost and found and produces my shirt. I start laughing. I am not sure why. He then again asks me about the amount of tequila I had last night. Ummm, no, still didn't have much of that... Apparently I am missing some sort of reference and he was trying to be funny. Sorry dude, I am lacking in cultural references....
Anyway, I was really excited to get my lost shirt back :D
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