"bob and john" (bobandjohn)
10/30/2019 at 12:09 • Filed to: None
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"bob and john" (bobandjohn)
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Peter
sighed and put the wrench down.
‘With any luck, this pile should fire up now…”
He grabbed the key from the workbench
, greasy fingers made it difficult for
him to not drop it. He lined the key up with the ignition switch, and slid it
home. The satisfying ‘chink’ of the tumblers engaging was always something he
always enjoyed.
He wiped his hands on his shirt, trying to remove some of the grease before touching
the rest of the controls.
Turning the key, he heard the fuel pump prime, the dash cycling through its
function, and lay ready, waiting for the monster to run. Holding his breath,
Pete pressed the starter button on the control pod, watchful eyes glues to the
bike
the starter motor spun frantically
, struggling to turn over the high compression
twin to idle. ‘Maybe time for a new battery’ m
used Peter. He could hear the
bike struggling to fire, the cylinders coughing occasionally out the twin,
under tail akrapovic cans. He
let go of the starter, not wanting to burn it
out. Bending
down, he
noted the idle adjustment for the throttle bodies were
backed out past its adjustment. He twiddled the dial a bit, threading it back
into range.
He held down the starter button again, the engine once again struggling to turn
over. But it was different this time. The engine seemed to spin faster, more
eager to awaken from its slumber. Pete gave the bike a bit of throttle. The
added air and fuel Ignited in the front cylinder, coughing a cloud of black
carbon out the back. This sudden combustion was enough to kick the motor over
and the rear cylinder to spring to action as well, coughing and sputtering to
life. The Big twin needed some throttle to stay awake, which Peter gladly
provided. She clattered and bucked, before warming up and smoothing out into a consistent
4,000 RPM. Pete let go of the throttle then, and let the 90* v-twin settle into
its signature lopy idle. Not many enjoyed the mechanical nature of the Ducati
motors. The valves were loud and temperamental, the clutch rattled and shook,
and the whole bike vibrated with raw power. Too much for the average rider.
Peter donned his helmet and backed the 1200cc sport bike out of the garage.
Average rider he was not. Toe-ing the big twin into gear, he set out for a
shake
down run. Under him, the Ducati rolled happily, eager to see the open
road and crunch the miles.
jminer
> bob and john
10/30/2019 at 12:18 |
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Excellent quick read. I've felt that anticipation of a bike running many times and it's a frustrating but exhilarating feeling.
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bob and john
> jminer
10/30/2019 at 12:20 |
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AND ITS ALWAYS THE STUPIDEST FUCKING THING TOO!!!!!
(grumbles about the tip-over sensor in my daytona)
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jminer
> bob and john
10/30/2019 at 12:25 |
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Yep! Why did I skip over all the basic troubleshooting? The fucker just had worn plugs and didn’t need to be re-t imed
and 100 more
> bob and john
10/30/2019 at 12:28 |
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Nicely done! Good tone!
This is what we'll show whenever you publish anything on Kinja:
> bob and john
10/30/2019 at 12:37 |
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