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Discussion in 'The Perfect Line and Other Riding Myths' started by mikem9, Mar 24, 2013.
Now we are really getting into the intended spirit of this thread!
Sort of an oil change story:
I needed to change the fork oil in my old CB900c. I completely forgot to let out the 16 psi of air in the air forks.
I was lucky to find the drain plug, it came out of there like a pellet rifle. It made a complete mess of the half the garage and my clothes.
I was too mad at the time, but i wish I would have taken a picture of the oil soaked carnage.
This one took a while to clean up, luckily the oil in the forks wasn't too old and stinky either.
Oh good, I'm glad I'm not the only one who has terrible aim. I usually spill oil before I get the pan in the right spot, but then again I don't have a lift and my drain plug is right next to my center & side stand, so I'd like to think I've got a viable excuse.
Last fall I did an oil change on my old '76 Honda CB550 and found glitter. That damn oil change turned into a 50-day top-end engine rebuild project. I included a new brake like switch, brake bleed, paint, tires and muffler cleaning into it while I was at it. Then changed the oil again, and fired it up. Ran like a charm.
I managed to spill about 2 liters on my grandma's garage floor the first time I changed the oil in my FZ6. Got it all cleaned up and she never knew it was there...luckily
Back when I was a youngin I was a kind of a trouble maker, so one of my punishments was community service at the YMCA...
So the guy I answered to was pretty cool, but he had me working one really nice Saturday afternoon, stripping and re-waxing the floor of a large community room. Then he had me change the oil in his personal truck... This was before I could drive, so I wasn't much of a wrench.
Anyway, I poured a couple of quarts of his fresh oil right into the used oil pan... Luckily I got to learn that lesson on his dime... I really didn't do it on purpose, but looking back it was pretty damn funny. He got a bit more mad than he should have, for making work on his personal shit. Luckily my "time" was up that afternoon, or he would have had me doing really shitty jobs, no doubt.
I hate to say it but I'm glad I'm not the only one that gets into these messes. I am notorious for turning 30 min jobs into all day jobs. My wife of 10 years just rolls her eyes when I say "piece of cake, it'll take me 15 to 20 minutes." She also rolls her eyes when I emphatically say "I'm not changing clothes, I'm not gonna get dirty." This past Saturday, I installed a new toilet in my parents house. It was supposed to take an hour. Started at 9:00 and finished at 1:00. 45 minutes of that was carrying the "new" toilet back to the store because it wasn't new after all. I'm no plumber, but I know a mashed up wax ring is not standard on the new bowl