Rainsawck!
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So tonight I was fixing up the chain again, tightening and redoing it over and over for like 3 days now had worn me thin, was agitated and quite frankly considering giving up, cuts all over my hands, broken nails from removing the master chain links, covered in grease...
The other night I tried getting her to start, she wouldn't whatsoever, and I just kinda shrugged and gave up in frustration.
This night, after a few touch ups and adjustments, I decided to try again. I started at the top of my driveway, which is on a pretty good slant, got to the bottom and released... nothing for a few moments and I just kept peddling; refusing to accept failure again.
The tone of the engine changed a few times, a couple deeper, heavier sputters, and I couldn't believe it... stopped peddling to see if she'd just stall like usual, and instead, she started to speed up...
So here I am, on this bike accelerating down my road rapidly, couldn't figure out how to get it to slow down at all, couldn't remember how to stop it. I was completely dumbfounded that it had actually started and I was in complete awe. My heart was pounding a thousand times a minute, I was so excited and frightened that I was sweating (it must be 50 degrees out now), and although I was wearing a T shirt, jean shorts and a ballcap and speeding up with no idea how to stop, I couldn't have been happier my entire life. It was as if the gods of motorbiking grabbed me by the back of my shirt, and shouted, " OH, SO YOU WANT TO RIDE A MOTORBIKE, EH?" and threw me head first into what my Schwinn speedometer was reading as 26 miles per hour, going faster and faster down a dead end road.
I didn't know what to do, because like I said, my throttle didn't seem to be slowing me down or speeding me up at all, so I just squeezed the clutch in really hard, and it screamed at me undoubtedly p!ssed that I dared defy it, then fell to a stop. I couldn't breathe for a few minutes, even when I peddled it normally back home about a fourth a mile I couldn't catch my breath. You know that feeling after a long day swimming where your lungs just hurt? Yeah. That was it.
I tried to fire it up a few more times after that, but she wouldn't start. I took the spark plug out, and although it was a little blackened, it would still spark. I'm looking forward to cleaning the bike up, taking care of the odds and ends and then getting loctite on all the bolts and such tomorrow. I still cannot believe how amazing it was. 6 days of extremely frustrating confusion completely blown away all in about 30 seconds. I owe it all to you guys here. I get the feeling I'll be riding this thing for a long, long time. I just can't shake the rush. Motorbiking is in my veins now.
But I wanted to thank all of you guys for answering my newby questions, and giving me words of encouragement, because I've found a completely new love in my life. And for all the h3ll she's put me through, I think I'll call her The Unconquerable.
The other night I tried getting her to start, she wouldn't whatsoever, and I just kinda shrugged and gave up in frustration.
This night, after a few touch ups and adjustments, I decided to try again. I started at the top of my driveway, which is on a pretty good slant, got to the bottom and released... nothing for a few moments and I just kept peddling; refusing to accept failure again.
The tone of the engine changed a few times, a couple deeper, heavier sputters, and I couldn't believe it... stopped peddling to see if she'd just stall like usual, and instead, she started to speed up...
So here I am, on this bike accelerating down my road rapidly, couldn't figure out how to get it to slow down at all, couldn't remember how to stop it. I was completely dumbfounded that it had actually started and I was in complete awe. My heart was pounding a thousand times a minute, I was so excited and frightened that I was sweating (it must be 50 degrees out now), and although I was wearing a T shirt, jean shorts and a ballcap and speeding up with no idea how to stop, I couldn't have been happier my entire life. It was as if the gods of motorbiking grabbed me by the back of my shirt, and shouted, " OH, SO YOU WANT TO RIDE A MOTORBIKE, EH?" and threw me head first into what my Schwinn speedometer was reading as 26 miles per hour, going faster and faster down a dead end road.
I didn't know what to do, because like I said, my throttle didn't seem to be slowing me down or speeding me up at all, so I just squeezed the clutch in really hard, and it screamed at me undoubtedly p!ssed that I dared defy it, then fell to a stop. I couldn't breathe for a few minutes, even when I peddled it normally back home about a fourth a mile I couldn't catch my breath. You know that feeling after a long day swimming where your lungs just hurt? Yeah. That was it.
I tried to fire it up a few more times after that, but she wouldn't start. I took the spark plug out, and although it was a little blackened, it would still spark. I'm looking forward to cleaning the bike up, taking care of the odds and ends and then getting loctite on all the bolts and such tomorrow. I still cannot believe how amazing it was. 6 days of extremely frustrating confusion completely blown away all in about 30 seconds. I owe it all to you guys here. I get the feeling I'll be riding this thing for a long, long time. I just can't shake the rush. Motorbiking is in my veins now.
But I wanted to thank all of you guys for answering my newby questions, and giving me words of encouragement, because I've found a completely new love in my life. And for all the h3ll she's put me through, I think I'll call her The Unconquerable.
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