What’s This Wet Crap Falling Out Of The Sky?

Last summer I bought a motorcycle. It was a Kawasaki Vulcan 800. I absolutely love that bike. At the time I bought it I had my truck which was out of commission. I bought the motorcycle and said “oh i’ll just fix the truck later, it will be easy, and I can ride the motorcycle until then.” Fast forward 6 months, we’re in the dead of winter, I still have my motorcycle (running like a champ!) but no truck anymore.

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A buddy of mine came over and looked at the truck. Fuel injector problems. Exhaust problems. Clutch problems. Won’t even start properly problems. It would have been a minimum of $3500 to fix all the things wrong with the truck and I could buy a newer truck than mine for that kind of money. It came time to sell the truck. It got sold to pick n pull for around $400. I was extremely sad to see it go. What made it worse was having to follow it out of the drive way on my bike on my way to work. I thought they would be later in the day picking up the truck. I was wrong and very surprised at how emotional I got seeing the truck go.

She was a good truck. Took me across the state of Texas more times than I can count, and then got me out here to Nevada, and kept running for over a year after that. She probably had somewhere near 200,000 miles on her. I’m not too sure because the odometer quit working somewhere about 3 years before she died. The odo read 156,xxx when I got rid of her.

Life moves on though, and it is for the living. Sadly my truck is no longer living. So we get where I am today. Or more specifically where I was this afternoon when I left work. I walked outside and it was raining. Not a heavy rain, but enough to make the streets wet, and enough to make my butt a little wet on the seat of the motorcycle when I sat down despite having dried the seat off as best I could. I think this is the second time I’ve driven the bike in the rain. Once you get moving and the wind dries all the water from your face shield its not so bad.

The bad part is the mornings when I have to go to work. It’s typically between 30 degrees and 40 degrees. I’ve learned to appreciate the lower 40 degree weather. It’s nice compared to sub 30. A few mornings ago it was 9 degrees outside when I left. If the temp is above about 35 I can still feel my legs when I get to work. IF it is below, then my legs are usually numb by the time I arrive. I should get some better gear for my legs, but I’m poor, and it would take a long time to change clothes once I got to work. Maybe next winter…

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