Today I went on a marathon ride across North Dallas, blazing a trail through 6 city's, looking for adventure. I rode about 44 miles round trip. I rode through one radar trap at 30 mph, and the cop waved at me. My bike was running great hitting 30 mph fairly often.
I stopped at a big bicycle shop 3 towns away and bought a new speedometer. When I came out of the store there were a couple guys looking over my bike. Turns out they're in the motor bicycle business, and they loved my bike, and ask me a lot of questions about how I did this and that. They gave me some of their business cards and email and I promised to keep in touch with them. I wished them all the best and told them I hope they sell a million bikes.
Then I kept going farther from home. At about mile 20 I hit a bump and all of a sudden my bike was making loud exhaust noise. When I looked down I was surprised to see that my muffler had fell apart into 3 pieces. 2 of the pieces were laying in the road about 50 yards back. I hurried back to get um before a car ran over them or something. This was what I found.
At first I was thinking now what, I'm 20 miles from home, but then I remembered, hey I can still peddle. Nothing like a back up propulsion system. These bikes are so great, they're like Rolls Royce with back up systems. I realized I was about 4 miles away from a repair shop that I have a key to. I never knew how the muffler was put together till this moment. I was wondering what the nut on the bottom of the muffler was for, duh. I should have seen that coming. A half a block from my destination there's a Na pa auto supply so I stopped and bought a M6 nut. In order to repair my muffler I had to squeeze the body in a vise because when the muffler fell off, I ran over it and it went oval. After a few attempts trying to get the end cap to fit back in the body I figured out that I could make the muffler body round again by hammering a trailer ball into the end of it. I love working on this thing. After about 20 minutes it looked like this again. This time I double nutted it.
By now I was 24 miles away and burned less than a qt. of gas. There was only about an hour and a half of light left so now I'm thinking about home. I got about 5 more miles and my #1 fuel tank finally went dry so I switched on tank #2. I was still pretty far from home so I stopped at a McDonald's to tank up my #3 tank on the way lol. The sun was just about down when I got within 4 miles from home so I turned on my bicycle lights.
Finally turned back onto my street and pulled into my garage. I don't see one drop of oil on my motor. What a great fun ride. Nothing can stop this thing. Even if it breaks down you just keep on going. Much more fun to ride to nowhere than my motorcycle.
I stopped at a big bicycle shop 3 towns away and bought a new speedometer. When I came out of the store there were a couple guys looking over my bike. Turns out they're in the motor bicycle business, and they loved my bike, and ask me a lot of questions about how I did this and that. They gave me some of their business cards and email and I promised to keep in touch with them. I wished them all the best and told them I hope they sell a million bikes.
Then I kept going farther from home. At about mile 20 I hit a bump and all of a sudden my bike was making loud exhaust noise. When I looked down I was surprised to see that my muffler had fell apart into 3 pieces. 2 of the pieces were laying in the road about 50 yards back. I hurried back to get um before a car ran over them or something. This was what I found.
At first I was thinking now what, I'm 20 miles from home, but then I remembered, hey I can still peddle. Nothing like a back up propulsion system. These bikes are so great, they're like Rolls Royce with back up systems. I realized I was about 4 miles away from a repair shop that I have a key to. I never knew how the muffler was put together till this moment. I was wondering what the nut on the bottom of the muffler was for, duh. I should have seen that coming. A half a block from my destination there's a Na pa auto supply so I stopped and bought a M6 nut. In order to repair my muffler I had to squeeze the body in a vise because when the muffler fell off, I ran over it and it went oval. After a few attempts trying to get the end cap to fit back in the body I figured out that I could make the muffler body round again by hammering a trailer ball into the end of it. I love working on this thing. After about 20 minutes it looked like this again. This time I double nutted it.
By now I was 24 miles away and burned less than a qt. of gas. There was only about an hour and a half of light left so now I'm thinking about home. I got about 5 more miles and my #1 fuel tank finally went dry so I switched on tank #2. I was still pretty far from home so I stopped at a McDonald's to tank up my #3 tank on the way lol. The sun was just about down when I got within 4 miles from home so I turned on my bicycle lights.
Finally turned back onto my street and pulled into my garage. I don't see one drop of oil on my motor. What a great fun ride. Nothing can stop this thing. Even if it breaks down you just keep on going. Much more fun to ride to nowhere than my motorcycle.
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