Stinging in one eye. Ride and ride with the eye closed, blinking, closed, blinking. Miles and miles and it works out. Sort of. When the stinging starts feeling like fire I stop. Black bug in my mirror, black bug in my eye. Sheww... greezy with bugs, greezy. Bend back the steel toe, back and forth, finally breaks. That wack on my boot tore off half of the steel toe. Staples...next time screws in my toes. The chain is worn and lube only makes it quiet less than a gas stop, hell 50 miles. Plan for new chain and a wash for the bugs. Heave on the center stand, that pinch in the back. Next time push harder with the boot ... pack less, I have packed less. All my camping and clothes in a single orange, 30 liter Seal Line bag. The kit is ready, the sprockets and chain are not. Gas up the Pig. Gas is still cheap. This is an old weak pump in a country station, it doesn't shoot gas out of that 990 tank, spilling everywhere. I've drowned a number of motors in the past, but spill nothing today. Gas won't drip on this motor anyway, plastic bodywork covering everything. Can't even see that sweet motor.