Most of us have had the unfortunate experience of being involved in or at least witnessing a "no-hold-up." My latest was right where you'd expect, the garage.
What? You thought "bank" or "convenience store?"
No, this is a no-hold-up. Which is the opposite, obviously, of a hold-up. Here's how it went down.
My grandson is running around wildly waving an automatic weapon of some sort, actually a pair of vise-grips that he has adopted from my tool cabinet. I see the potential for a big scratch on my Ultra so in order to dodge a bullet I step over and push the bike forward into the garage and lean it back onto it's.. Oops, There is no kick-stand. The behemoth easily pulls out of my hold. "Bam." Bike hits bench. Dead silence from both my son and grandson as all three of us stand and stare. No-hold-ups are shocking to witness.
"Noah, go in the house. Now! Papa, is going to swear," my son says sharply. The little red head clutches the vise-grips and scoots out of the garage.
In that little moment before really examining the damage, I prepare myself for what I think I'll see. Mostly, I realize, I dread buying and changing out yet another mirror. Oh well. Let's see. I heft the bike off the floor and roll it back out of the garage. Nope, this time the mirror is fine, but the windshield is smashed and there is a scuff on the fairing. I'm relieved.
A little while later, Noah comes back out to the garage as I'm sweeping up the plastic bits. "Papa, is you motorcycle broken."
"Only, the windshield. Will you help me fix it?"
"Yeah, I will. I'm a very good helper."
So the "no-hold-up" only cost me a hundred bucks (of course I had to get two windshields to replace the one I broke). Just a petty crime after all.
And I have a new recurved windshield, which I tested and approved yesterday.
Thursday, July 28, 2011
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Dear Brobrian,
I laughed audibly at, "Noah, go in the house. Now! Papa, is going to swear."
Don't feel bad. I just dropped my 09 Kawasaki Concours while driving around close to Duluth - cut a corner too sharp and tapped the brakes. It just fell down, receiving minor damage to every part of the motorcycle on the right side. It wasn't quite a no-hold-up, but it had the same outcome.
As far as true no-hold-ups - my dad just dropped his bike in the same way this summer - wrecking his windshield and clutch lever the night before taking off for a trip. We made a new windshield out of plexiglass and ground down a clutch lever out of a part from another machine, but we made it.
Good read.
Brady
Behind Bars - Motorcycles and Life
http://www.behindbarsmotorcycle.com/
Thank, Brady, for the encouraging response. Seems few of us are leaving comments on blogs these days. Makes it seem like we are writing articles on paper airplanes and launching them into the Grand Canyon.
You seemed to really enjoy your camping ride this summer. Really great pics. Sorry for the dings. Just part of the adventure of life behind bars, I guess.
Peace
Brobrian,
Writing often feels like it's in a vacuum, doesn't it? If you enjoy it, that's what it's all about.
You understand how good it makes you feel when others take time to read what you produce, people are busy, so, thanks for taking the time to check out Behind Bars. I appreciate it.
Brady
Behind Bars - Motorcycles and Life
http://www.behindbarsmotorcycle.com/
Brady,
You know, writing something is like sharing a funny comment, or maybe telling a story about my day to my wife. I do it because of the amusing nature of the story itself, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't look for a response.
I've always liked well told stories. Ever read Patrick McMannis. "The Shoot Canoes, Don't They?" I started out reading OHenry, and I've always loved the tales my dad and his friends told around the campfire.
I enjoy your whit as well.
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