Well, this week has been oddly hectic, not leaving a ton of time to introspect and blog. Probably for the best. I got one of those ‘something bad’ feelings yesterday. It came after we were planning our 10th anniversary getaway to the shore. Becky was sleeping, and I though by writing to her about it that it would help. But it didn’t. All it did was panic her. To the point where she was convinced at 5AM this morning that she was going to die before our anniversary. So she blogged about it. And while the blog entry was encouraging from the point of view that her new attitudes and convictions shone through, I didn’t enjoy reading it. Thinking about her dying that soon is pretty stressful for me. I know I would survive that magnitude of loss. I would even do my best to help the kids cope with it. But I still really hope that isn’t the real meaning. By the end of her blog post she wasn’t sure either, so that was a relief. I still don’t have clarity or meaning for it.
I started trying to strip down the carbs yesterday evening, and ran into a bunch of locked up screws. Even PB Blaster hasn’t loosened stuff up yet. I’ve cam-ed out two on the carb bracket. I cam-ed out one on the intakes, but I already have stainless allen screws to replace those with, so even if I have to slot those it won’t matter. I’m seriously thinking about replacing all the ones on carb brackets as well. It is ridiculous how tight they lock up, and how hard it is to get leverage to turn a locked up phillips. That has majorly slowed down progress, making for a grumpy Becky since she wanted it ridable for work on Tuesday. IDK, it still might be, although with the leaky fork seal I need to get it in and get that replaced / get it inspected before I ride it a bunch. I debated trying to do that myself as well, and I’m just not sure I’m up for that level of irritating fiddling yet. The carbs are proving enough of a trial for my patience/focus/endurance.
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