Not much new....things keep turning in the continual endless cycle of life, I guess. I am a little pissed with my mechanic. Less than 500 miles ago, I replaced the brake lines and all the controls on my harley with chrome ones. 2 nights ago, I am returning from a long ride, and as I pull into the garage and pull my front brake, the bike starts to stop an then keeps going!! Luckily, I am not going too fast, so i get it stopped with the rear brake, and draggin' my feet on the ground (teach me not to hot rod up the drive way anymore!) SO I look down at the front wheel and there is a huge pile of brake fluid all over my front fender and the floor- WTF?!!?! I was pissed! A brake line had comeloose from it's fitting. I was also thankfull this didn't happen on some freeway off ramp coming down from 70mph or something. So I called this dude, and said basically, "What the hell?" He was supposed to be at my house this morning with a trailer at 10AM. At 10:40 I call him, and he claims he came by and knocked but no one answered. I don't know what to believe. I have been here the whole time. He described my house, but I still don't get it. He has my cell#, I have a door bell, and usually if you knock my dogs go spastic and run to the door. None of this happened! FUCKER!!! He says he will come back, but "it will be awhile" whatever the fuck that means.... I want to tell him nevermind, but I can't cuz i need him to pick up the bike, and I hate the idea of paying someone to fix his fuck up.
Anyways, it's not a huge deal, but just irritating when you think of the possibilities of waht could have happened. Otherwise, everything is pretty much same shit, second verse... peace
Anyways, it's not a huge deal, but just irritating when you think of the possibilities of waht could have happened. Otherwise, everything is pretty much same shit, second verse... peace
And that sucks about your breaks. My car is making a really fucking weird noise, and I want to get rid of it and get a Vespa.