So I'm getting my son ready for school. I had just spent the whole morning replacing fuel lines and trying to stop my petcock from leaking, my son (6) watching and helping where he could.
He's fascinated by my motorcycle, him and his little sister love to go riding with me, it's great. Of course, we've talked to him about what is and isn't ok to do around the motorcycle, he should have known better.
He's in the driveway, ready to go, and I walk in to get my keys and I come out and
. . . . . . .!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!. . . . . . . .
there he is, standing right next to my bike which is sitting neatly in the driveway on the right side spilling fuel everywhere.
First though; the boy is there, he's fine, where's. . .good, little sister is over there, also fine.
Second though; good, he's fine, now I can kill him. . .
Fortunate for him, my wife came out then, surveyed the scene, grabbed the boy and took him to the bus stop so I could break out some damage control. With luck, the bike landed on a combination of the leather saddlebag, and the cheap highway pegs I had just installed, minimal damage there. On the downside, the wheel was turned to the right when it tipped so when it hit it bent the mirror a little, but most of the force was taken by the brake line bolt that came with my new galfer brake lines, I don't think the lines were damaged past some scuffing and a scrape on the head of the bolt, but I will check them more throughly this afternoon. Worst part of the whole deal, it bent my handlebars. GRR!!!
Turns out my son wanted to ride to the bus stop that day and tried to climb on the back while I was inside, (see "he should have known better"). When I learned that I was even more thankful that he wasn't hurt, since the bike was falling toward him, he even said he tried to stop it from falling
He's fascinated by my motorcycle, him and his little sister love to go riding with me, it's great. Of course, we've talked to him about what is and isn't ok to do around the motorcycle, he should have known better.
He's in the driveway, ready to go, and I walk in to get my keys and I come out and
. . . . . . .!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!. . . . . . . .
there he is, standing right next to my bike which is sitting neatly in the driveway on the right side spilling fuel everywhere.
First though; the boy is there, he's fine, where's. . .good, little sister is over there, also fine.
Second though; good, he's fine, now I can kill him. . .
Fortunate for him, my wife came out then, surveyed the scene, grabbed the boy and took him to the bus stop so I could break out some damage control. With luck, the bike landed on a combination of the leather saddlebag, and the cheap highway pegs I had just installed, minimal damage there. On the downside, the wheel was turned to the right when it tipped so when it hit it bent the mirror a little, but most of the force was taken by the brake line bolt that came with my new galfer brake lines, I don't think the lines were damaged past some scuffing and a scrape on the head of the bolt, but I will check them more throughly this afternoon. Worst part of the whole deal, it bent my handlebars. GRR!!!
Turns out my son wanted to ride to the bus stop that day and tried to climb on the back while I was inside, (see "he should have known better"). When I learned that I was even more thankful that he wasn't hurt, since the bike was falling toward him, he even said he tried to stop it from falling
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