Bike jockey...
No huge post today, 3am, and I'm already late for bed. Tomorrow's a big day, mini road trip with D and Mo...Got a couple things to do/coordinate before that, so need to be up ungodly early (for me).
Today was not terribly eventful, other than my out of shape ass having to push start the bike a couple times...read on...
Woke up at about 10 am, just prior to a spate of phone calls. T is out sick, still under the weather. Poor thing. Watch some TV over breakfast of warmed-over soupy concoction from yesterday, Watched Boom, a Spike TV programme Mikey recommended. The show itself is pretty much utter crap. However, there does seem to be one redeeming quality: one of the regulars on the show, Kourtney Klein (I know, it doesn't even really work for Krispy Kreme either, and they own my fat ass). Not becasue she's any tremendous beauty (haven't yet gotten a good look at her face), but she wears some super hot punkish skank wear...and my god, the girl has a body on her...ouch. But again, the program itself, uninspired and derivative. Sorry Mikey, it is what it is.
Around 5pm, I finally figure it's gotten pretty nice, I'll head on down to Rock Hill to see if the bike will start after having sat neglected for 5-6 months. Head down there, spend a little time cleaning up a bit, swap out the plate, look it over, pull and charge the battery, doesn't seem to want to hold a charge. Nice. Jump start it, ride it up and down the street a bit, seems fine. I'm falsely emboldened by my seeming luck, get my stuff together to ride it home, then it dies. Grr. Try unsuccessfully to push start it, doesn't seem to want to start. Grr. try some more, thoroughly wear myself out, finally get it started, ride it uneventfully home. Pull the battery again, set it up for a slow 2-amp charge with the voltmeter connected so I can keep an eye on it. Get a ride back to Rock Hill, get the car, come home. Call Kel to arrange a time to meet up and get the bike into her garage. Ugh, finally!
That's pretty much it for the day, losing coherence, turning in...
Today was not terribly eventful, other than my out of shape ass having to push start the bike a couple times...read on...
Woke up at about 10 am, just prior to a spate of phone calls. T is out sick, still under the weather. Poor thing. Watch some TV over breakfast of warmed-over soupy concoction from yesterday, Watched Boom, a Spike TV programme Mikey recommended. The show itself is pretty much utter crap. However, there does seem to be one redeeming quality: one of the regulars on the show, Kourtney Klein (I know, it doesn't even really work for Krispy Kreme either, and they own my fat ass). Not becasue she's any tremendous beauty (haven't yet gotten a good look at her face), but she wears some super hot punkish skank wear...and my god, the girl has a body on her...ouch. But again, the program itself, uninspired and derivative. Sorry Mikey, it is what it is.
Around 5pm, I finally figure it's gotten pretty nice, I'll head on down to Rock Hill to see if the bike will start after having sat neglected for 5-6 months. Head down there, spend a little time cleaning up a bit, swap out the plate, look it over, pull and charge the battery, doesn't seem to want to hold a charge. Nice. Jump start it, ride it up and down the street a bit, seems fine. I'm falsely emboldened by my seeming luck, get my stuff together to ride it home, then it dies. Grr. Try unsuccessfully to push start it, doesn't seem to want to start. Grr. try some more, thoroughly wear myself out, finally get it started, ride it uneventfully home. Pull the battery again, set it up for a slow 2-amp charge with the voltmeter connected so I can keep an eye on it. Get a ride back to Rock Hill, get the car, come home. Call Kel to arrange a time to meet up and get the bike into her garage. Ugh, finally!
That's pretty much it for the day, losing coherence, turning in...
posted by Gene at 3:45 AM
1 Comments:
thanks for callin, ya stud :)
btw this is rosie, in case you forgot
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