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Re: Trixie Combat 4th recovery begins
Dear Paul, please understand why my first reflex to your flippant off the cuff remark is to punch you in the nose while Yellingt F**KY**!!!!!!!
The 1st time Trixie was busted up was at 3rd wk of ownership durrings very timid easy use on brand new to me Combat <> oil slotted pistons came apart d/t Al gasket rubbing on them. NOTHING AT ALL TO DO WITH ME but I was the one on it at the time.
I recovered the above event by reusing Peels Combat barrel and .020" pistons and used new rod nuts but not rod bolts, so Trixie came apart 3rd wk after rebuild and 300 mile trip out of state and back at night. Few days later going barely 50 mph because I was hunting a place to enter field of yellow flower to get a camophage photo - to hear a half second of tickle sounds then instant lock up and mess photo's show. So I resent the reflex impulse I'm a stupid asshole that just goes WOT till the freaking valves float. NOT>
The further sad story of why I've so little enjoyment out of Trixie was on one of her first timid trips as commuter coming home at night in deep freeze temps going 35ish mph climbing a slight steep on THE Gravel a deer leaped from the side into head light so hard in knocked Trixie sideways out from under and bent deer over headlight to I slammed my helmet into it pelvis so hard I broke it pelvis as well as my neck. WTF did I do irresponsible but to get on a motorcycle in the first. So you and every one else is as guilty as me, just a bit luckier - so far. Last good friend I had that chastied me about my 'careless riding got killed on his RS1200 BMW by wayward van across his path.
My last trip with my brother Dale was to pick up Trixie in New Orleans. He was life time mad at me for getting our dad to get him a 350 H--da instead of '69
Bonneville because I knew the Bonnie would suck down my share of family money and he'd be way more cool than me. So Trixie was to be his ride and Peel mine, But above set backs prevented that dream happening before my younger brother died in his sleep a couple years ago. I'll never be over the surprise ending of men or motorcycles and that the whole point of your faith ain't it, this ain't our true home so make the best of it while alive.
Past Peel died d/t stuck cold start throttle parked in shed not letting her hair out fully on the fly.
I have never crashed going Bonzi into corners but have about every other way possible. I do hope to wear out or bust up everything I can before I go as healthy and intact as possible. Cycling is not mere hobby to me but am pensive to ever ride again. How's it for you?
Here's photo of first time out to get gas and a few minutes before hitting sand put down for ice that was invisible while going straight ahead barely making head way up a slight grade and just leaned a bit to get more centered in lane in case of stray car coming over the crest to suddenly see sparks in front of me so I cocked head like confused hound dog in wonder, till glove worn to bone and I realized that was Trixies peashooters out ahead of me. That sudden a surprise, spoiled my careful as possible first ride out and home just to see if it'd make it before regular use. Yeah I'm the worlds worse screw up squid hooligan
alright.
Dear Paul, please understand why my first reflex to your flippant off the cuff remark is to punch you in the nose while Yellingt F**KY**!!!!!!!
The 1st time Trixie was busted up was at 3rd wk of ownership durrings very timid easy use on brand new to me Combat <> oil slotted pistons came apart d/t Al gasket rubbing on them. NOTHING AT ALL TO DO WITH ME but I was the one on it at the time.
I recovered the above event by reusing Peels Combat barrel and .020" pistons and used new rod nuts but not rod bolts, so Trixie came apart 3rd wk after rebuild and 300 mile trip out of state and back at night. Few days later going barely 50 mph because I was hunting a place to enter field of yellow flower to get a camophage photo - to hear a half second of tickle sounds then instant lock up and mess photo's show. So I resent the reflex impulse I'm a stupid asshole that just goes WOT till the freaking valves float. NOT>
The further sad story of why I've so little enjoyment out of Trixie was on one of her first timid trips as commuter coming home at night in deep freeze temps going 35ish mph climbing a slight steep on THE Gravel a deer leaped from the side into head light so hard in knocked Trixie sideways out from under and bent deer over headlight to I slammed my helmet into it pelvis so hard I broke it pelvis as well as my neck. WTF did I do irresponsible but to get on a motorcycle in the first. So you and every one else is as guilty as me, just a bit luckier - so far. Last good friend I had that chastied me about my 'careless riding got killed on his RS1200 BMW by wayward van across his path.
My last trip with my brother Dale was to pick up Trixie in New Orleans. He was life time mad at me for getting our dad to get him a 350 H--da instead of '69
Bonneville because I knew the Bonnie would suck down my share of family money and he'd be way more cool than me. So Trixie was to be his ride and Peel mine, But above set backs prevented that dream happening before my younger brother died in his sleep a couple years ago. I'll never be over the surprise ending of men or motorcycles and that the whole point of your faith ain't it, this ain't our true home so make the best of it while alive.
Past Peel died d/t stuck cold start throttle parked in shed not letting her hair out fully on the fly.
I have never crashed going Bonzi into corners but have about every other way possible. I do hope to wear out or bust up everything I can before I go as healthy and intact as possible. Cycling is not mere hobby to me but am pensive to ever ride again. How's it for you?
Here's photo of first time out to get gas and a few minutes before hitting sand put down for ice that was invisible while going straight ahead barely making head way up a slight grade and just leaned a bit to get more centered in lane in case of stray car coming over the crest to suddenly see sparks in front of me so I cocked head like confused hound dog in wonder, till glove worn to bone and I realized that was Trixies peashooters out ahead of me. That sudden a surprise, spoiled my careful as possible first ride out and home just to see if it'd make it before regular use. Yeah I'm the worlds worse screw up squid hooligan
alright.
