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With age and sickness I have acquired so many of those moments I'm afraid to do much work on my bike anymore. Hate paying others for stuff I used to do but just don't trust myself anymore...
69. Me too.
In still trying to run my construction business, still have young kids at home etc. etc. I also forget.
So now, I write everything down. Checklists. iPad notes, BlackBerry calendar and every other way I can to keep track of things. It doesn't do everything for me, but it helps a little.
I CAN forget where the list is, though.
Back when I had my sporty I jumped on her one morning for a quick ride.
Put the key in, turned on the igition and nothing.
No lights, fuel pump, nothing.
So I proceeded to remove the seat, check the battery, and all the fuses.
Put everything back together and turned the ignition back on. That's when I realized that I had put the key in the fork lock not the ignition switch. DOH!!
Yeah, I understand! I was traveling through the avenue of the Giants. I stopped for a cup of coffee. was texting the wife while relaxing. I took off back onto the freeway to the next town, stopped and went for my phone...couldn't find it. remembered it sitting ontop of my tour pack....oh crap, I lost my Iphone. Rode all the way back (15 miles or so) back to where I had stopped, then rode slow scanning the area...nothing. Back to the next town and called the wife to let her know not to worry I lost my phone. Evidently some guy found it, called the last number dialed which was the wife. She said to call him ...so I did. Ended up he was just pulling into the town I was in and met me 10 minutes later. Would not accept my offer of some cash to thank him. I hope not to do that again....well soon anyway
I hopped on the bike in the garage which was unlit except for the side door window , hit the GDO, started the bike and backed out, half way down the street I heard my wife's helmet hit the pavement. I didn't look at the passenger seat where she left it after our last ride.
Same here. I leave my helmet on the passenger seat. One day I decided to wear my other helmet and left my regular helmet on the seat. The Ultra has those speakers for the passenger and they kind of cradle any thing on the seat.
I made about 15 miles before I heard the bang. Looked in my mirror and saw the helmet bouncing along the road.
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