Today I had a revelation and I have figured out the real reason we love our Harley Baggers so much! Over the years I have found that it is almost impossible to clean my EG without cutting myself somewhere and shedding blood on the bike. Now, in many cultures the mixing of blood is a method of brotherly bonding or whatever touchy touchy feely feely words you want to use. So, I reckon that when we share blood with our bikes we are actually bonding with them. And Yes it has rained pretty well all day since I cleaned the bike and I dont have anything much else to do.

 

Carry on brother.

 

I had my bike out on the driveway last weekend and was leaning down with a straw in the spark plug hole rocking the bike back and forth trying to get it to TDC. Well, the wife walks out into the garage to wash some clothes, watches me for a couple of seconds then asks " should I give you two a minute ? ".

 

So was that jack Daniels cold or right off the shelf?

 

She knows your endurance time.

 

"Deep thoughts by Jack Handy"

 

You could pick up a sexually transmitted disease doing that, when you take it in you never know who shagged it last !

Thats a great excuse, but I don't buy it.

 

That damn clamp on the crossover tube just got me. lol

 

the clamp on the crossover tube just got me? you clean the crossover tube? for what? i will have to ask the service writer, the next time i am in for service, if any of the wash boys get cut while cleaning the bikes.
for sure, we need to eliminate the bikini bike washes. it would be a shame for one of those ladies to get injured and leave a scar on their body!!