With 2 months to go before we promised everyone we were for sure leaving, I found myself in Portugal spending alternating periods of time inside of a dark aeroplane factory and on beaches such as this:
The delight of returning home to Seattle ended immediately when the following realities confronted me upon landing:
1. Seattle traffic is still horrendous
2. My housemate/landlord/coworker wanted me out of his house very badly
3. My bike was in a million pieces (seen below)
I had to hit the ground running like the god damn road runner if I had any hope in hell to get this done by the time I told work I was leaving.
Step one, steering head bearing check
After passing through the Amsterdam airport and disappointing every customs agent and gate attendant, explaining that just because I have a Dutch last name does not make me a Dutch speaker, I decided to buy their suspensions components to perhaps bridge the gap next time I came across one.
Checked that there was no sticky goop on the idle actuator, success!
Thankfully helpful fellow rick Kit allowed me to squat in his house for the time until we left on this ride, and even helped out a little bit with bike work
By the end of two weeks or so of work, the bike was looking like this. The front fairing was zip tied to the handlebars and the speedo was in a plastic bag, but damned if I wasnt about to take this on a ride
After realizing that I had no way to hold my license plate onto the bike, Kit quickly offered to make me one. Perhaps still frustrated from the previous photo of me drinking beer while he works, created this:
Finally, just in time for the Shakedown Ride: I rolled this out of the garage