My bike is testing me. I replaced the coil.
I installed weird silicone gaskets and finally got them to seal.
Hot stuff, eh?
So I'm riding north from downtown, got off on Morena Blvd. get to a light and the bike dies. Started it up, it's puttering and limping. Darn it! I look down, one sparkplug cable had come off, probably caught in the massive cuff of these ridiculous jeans I got for Xmas.
I was in the Army, and we don't wear bellbottoms!
Anyway, I reached down, reattached the cable, bike runs strong, look up and there's a guy in a pickup truck next to me. He gimme a thumbs up and we went on our ways.
I had a weird dream last night where the front tire fell off my bike on the freeway. I'm planning on riding to the Bay area later this spring. I am going to bring tools I don't usually carry. Also, my copy of How to Ride a Unicycle.