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So, the plan was that on Sunday midday, a man would ride over on his 2007 DRZ400sm with which he was going to trade for my SV650. Well, things didn’t quite turn out that well.

To start off with, my phone charger has been playing up lately and last night it didn’t even bother to charge my phone but instead run the battery down so that when I woke up I had less than 15% left, which on an android phone, doesn’t last long.

Later on after a flat breakfast on Pancakes and Bacon, I go to start my bike and double check that it is working nicely and is ready for when Dave comes to look at it. Unfortunately she didn’t want to start this morning and I then went through a whole panic mode and trial and error situations where I was trying to get my bike started at 9am on a Sunday morning. My neighbours must have loved having a rather loud bike cranking away whilst they are relaxing in bed having a sleep in. (Bike is usually 105db at 3-4k so it cranks pretty loud as well.)

Then my battery decides to kick the bucket as well. Ok, not a problem, I will just jump it off the flat mate’s car. But no, it still wouldn’t go and so after a few lovely swear words, swift kicks to the wall and tyres and pacing around in circles for around 2 hours, sobbing hysterically in the corner for a few more and sitting very still with a blank look on my face and uttering the word “Mummy” 20 times over, I finally snapped out of it.

Between all of the above, the flat mates had left the house and I was alone. Standing outside with my bike and a cigarette I hear the front door slam shut…Oh crap, I left the keys inside.

I make my way around the house, looking for any opening I can find and trying any other door that I could get my hands on. There was nothing, until I noticed my saving grace. The very, very small bathroom window was cracked open! But how far would it open and can I climb up that high? (The window is above my head so around 2 metres off the ground.) I pulled the window open and it swung out quite far, far enough for me to climb through anyway. Now I pull myself up to the window and try to make my way through. I fail and realise that I need to bring out my ‘Ninja Assassin‘ powers to make it through this near impossible window. After 10 minutes of struggle and intense pain from getting caught on various things. I fall through the window gracefully and limp off to my room.

How I made it through the window, except without the pole.

I go to look at my bike again, as I walk out the door this time I check that I now have my keys in my pocket and also my wallet and nearly flat phone. I lift up the tank and decide to try something else. I unscrew the Air filter so that I can see the carbs and I spray some CRC into them, clutch in, ignition in and the bike fires up and then dies.

Ok so there is some spark there, what could be the problem? I then wedge the clutch in with my hip, push the ignition down and spray CRC at the same time, the bike fires up and runs. But as soon as I stop spraying it stops running, I think I might ring my friend Greg and ask him what’s wrong. Oh but wait, you don’t have enough battery.

Bugger.

Flat mates arrive home now and luckily one of them has a charger for my phone so I call Greg up and he confirms what I thought it would be, water in the float bowls and tank from when I washed it the day before. Note to self: Don’t wash with copious amounts of soapy water. 

Get a text from the guy looking at trading bikes and he is sick today anyway from food poisoning so I didn’t even have to stress about getting it fixed before a certain  time, so now I can relax a little bit and plan my attack out.

So the plan is, get home from work tomorrow and drain the float bowls (Make sure to check manual on correct procedure.) See how it runs then and if it is still crap, drain the fuel and replace it.

And try to get  hold of a new battery for it so that it doesn’t have to be hooked up to a car to function properly.

That my friends, is the end of my epic Sunday saga that included dying bikes, the diagnosis of a mental patient due to bike troubles, home break ins’, rebellious phones and sick people. hold of a new battery for it so that it doesn’t have to be hooked up to a car to function properly.

I bid you adieu till my next post about how I kicked my bike over from still not starting.

Pretty much sums it up.

 

Matt Wishart

 

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So, it has now been just over 3 months since I had lost my license and as of yesterday, I now have a license again after serving my time only slightly begrudgingly.

I am so excited to actually get out and ride, but there is one slight problem… I have no road bike at my disposal. Well, that’s a lie, I do, but it is in a million pieces and doesn’t go anyway. I guess I could always just find a large hill and roll myself down and see how far I get?

I am trying to sell my race bike so that I can buy a road bike but nothing has happened so far and so I wait…I wait for days on end with the most pitiful face I can muster and refresh the bike ad every 20 seconds to see if somebody has purchased it yet.

I was thinking along the lines of a Dual purpose bike so that I can practice my drifting out in paddocks without the ever-present possibility of having the tyre grip and throwing myself into either another car or something else just as solid. Unfortunately I have to get a 250cc to carry me through the rest of my restricted stage (Another 8months?) but with the new Power to weight ratio (LAMS) arriving in maybe 5 months, I am considering getting a 400cc DRZ or something of that style so that I will be sorted for when the new law does come around.

You just know that this will be me in the months too come. Or maybe something like that…

Only problem with that is that I have too lay kinda low for a little while so as not to get yet another large ticket from my lovely friends, the cops. If you see a story on the news from some lunatic motard rider who ran from the cops so that they didn’t get a ticket, it would most likely be me. (DISCLAIMER: Most likely won’t be me.)

Now it’s time for me to let you into a little bit of this personal hell of mine, I call it ‘Public Transport’ and it is the spawn from which all evil was created, kind of like the pit of flames deep in the heart of Mordor. First point is that as per usual, they are always either late or early which can throw out your plans when you need to catch the first bus of the day which is supposed to get you there bang on time for work as it is. But then he decides that everyday he will sleep in for that extra 10 minutes and that perhaps everybody else should have an extra 10 minutes of sleep (or waiting in the freezing cold, in the rain at the bus stop.)

At least it is consistently late…

Second point is that they are too damn expensive to catch anywhere else apart from in the city, I mean, if you want to go to your friends place which isn’t that far away and is easily accessible by bike, you have to catch around 40+ buses with a grand total of around $200 just for a one way fare. Now I have heard about daylight robbery but this is just ridiculous.

How cool would it be too ride on a bus like this? Pedestrians will stand no chance!

Third point: There are smelly, obese, badly dressed people that are determined to sit right beside you and emit their putrid stench all throughout the general area and don’t seem to take the severe outburst of coughing fits, long vomiting episodes and general panic that spreads like wild fire through the whole bus as a hint to have a shower or at least to tame the wild forest that grows all around their body. I mean when grown adults start to breakdown and cry when you walk onto the bus and loudly exclaim that they have gone blind and lost all sense of smell and that they don’t want to live any more on this earth then there must be something wrong. 

And yet I am forced to catch this damn bus every day, as motorcycles zoom past around the outside, on to tackle their favourite corners and what not. I am intensely jealous. Not to worry, soon I will be upon a mighty steed once again and I will be sure to tell you all about it.

Matt

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