[and yes, it's an old mixing bowl. A 2 quart one, apparently.]
In the end, it was a little bit funny. You know, later. But yes, it typical Mitchell Moto fashion, even an oil change can be entertaining.
It's also a quick way to rid yourself of your entire stash of rages. So looks like another beach towel is gonna meet the great ripper in the sky and begin a new life, full of honor and dignity. And filth. A moment of silence, for the sacrifice shall not be in vain.
So yeah, I'll throw some kitty litter down on that piece of concrete later tonight and get that sorted right up. Moving on, now. Nothing to see here.
Feeling really excited actually. Bike has all new fluids and hope to sort out the front brake tonight perhaps, or this weekend for sure. One way or another. This 'pro' dude I've spoken of is actually scheduled to stop by tonight for some of the parts I have around, so maybe I can get some advice or trade some parts for some services or something like that. There's something fishy going on with how I put the front brakes back together; probably a missing washer or maybe it's 'cause I didn't say a prayer to the gods of sintered brake pads or the holy mother of motor oil. Either way, once the brakes are golden, the bike is in a really great shape to begin... the final countdown.
[Dada da daaaa. Dada da da daaaaaa.]
Get that one??
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