I spent half the day yesterday test driving the old BMW motorcycle I rebuilt. I took it through Hell's Canyon, an 8 hour ride through a massive canyon (a baby Grand Canyon) in the desert in Eastern Oregon/Idaho. Except for noisy valves (which I already adjusted), a tendency to occasionally drip hot oil onto my boot through a tiny leak somewhere and the need for another oil change, every thing is working. I'll take care of the oil problem later today. Also, I was surprised how easy it was to figure out how to rebuild and repair it. I've never worked on any kind of engine, car, motorcycle before. That's the kind of thing anybody with a little patience can learn to do. The only time it requires a little bit of thinking is when diagnosing a mechanical or electrical problem. When I used to have a car, that's the sort of thing I paid somebody else to do. For a motorcycle, it's different -- if I break down on the road, I need to know how to fix it myself.
I'm still trying to pare down all of my belongings to that which I can comfortably pack onto the bike. I'm not sure how I'm going to strap down my massive backpack, and I can't decide which books and notebooks to take. It's kind of stressful. I'm at the point where I can't decide what to do with some things, so I took a break and smoked some opium. Now all I want to do is take a nap. I don't know what I'm going to do about WDs on the road. Hopefully they will only be minimal.
I'm still trying to pare down all of my belongings to that which I can comfortably pack onto the bike. I'm not sure how I'm going to strap down my massive backpack, and I can't decide which books and notebooks to take. It's kind of stressful. I'm at the point where I can't decide what to do with some things, so I took a break and smoked some opium. Now all I want to do is take a nap. I don't know what I'm going to do about WDs on the road. Hopefully they will only be minimal.