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| THE MOTOSCOOTER IS IN EFFECT |  | Category: Personal
Sunday, January 13th, 2002 @ 09:30 pm
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| Its kinda like my bike, but not a turd.
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Well, since my tail light came in, I figured it was time to buckle down and bring the old Virago (read: virility [read: Male Virility (read: I have a big schlong)]) out of winter-like retirement. Yup, since I got a tool set, which I think makes me a man now, I now have the ability, minus the know-how, to do constructive things with bolts and metal and stuff, and that's exactly what I did all weekend.
So you're asking, "What the fuck did you break?" Well, nothing that I know of; I still have yet to get it on the interstate doing 55mph and have a piston explode through my gas tank, effectively taking out a quarter of my visible facial tissue, if not all. I have to say though, I'm pretty damned proud of myself. With zero knowledge on the subject, I effectively changed the tail light (linking up the power connections et al), changed the plugs and oil, and cleaned what little amount of the carbs that I felt comfortable about taking apart. I took the cover off the carbs, and saw a neat little rubber "diaphram thingy" staring at me. There was also a spring that boingged out of the middle of it, but I just pretended that those kinda things just happen. On the cover there was a little pinhole that I'm guessing gas and/or air goes through. That's what I cleaned. It wasn't all that dirty, but in my mind I just added untold amounts of horsepower to my engine by parting the Red Sea of Carburetor Filth. Let a man have his dream, dammnit!
Anywho, I put'er all back together with no parts to spare (whew), added some Gumout (somekind of sediment cleaner for the fuel lines and carbs) and she was purring like a kitten. A 8 year old, rusty, fucked up kitten with a banged up gas tank; but a kitten none the less.
Now all I need to attain my rightful throne in the gods of motorcycle coolness is to buy a motorcycle that isn't the big turd burger that mine is.
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