James Burleigh
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This morning I woke up at o-dark-thirty, the famous "crack of dawn." Yep. We're talkin' 06:35. 
That was so freakin' early I bet even OM was still in bed, the lazy bastage. <_< Hell, I haven't seen 06:35 on a weekend since I worked the morning shift at Dunkin' Donuts. (Don't be so gullible. I never worked the morning shift at Dunkin' Donuts. )
But I dragged myself outta bed, stepped over Fang, the dear, passed out on the floor with an empty gin bottle next to her (as usual), and got motivating. Today was the day I was gonna "help" CAJW get my FJR's mojo back: somewhere my bike had left its neck-snapping acceleration by the side of the road, and I wanted it back. Badly. The pundits and soothsayers prescribed a throttle-body sync, whatever that is. :blink: Apparently CAJW knew what this was and how to do it.
And on top of that, the Feej was bucking like a stallion with a leather strap cinched around its schwanzstucker. So CAJW offered me his. No, not his schwanzstucker, nor even his phitzlestriker, but the recently replaced shock off his '05.
I had already picked up Hycle's risers, no thanks to him BTW, at least not the first time. :glare: After riding from work and hour north to Dixon, Gateway to Sacramento, and paying bridge toll and a half tank of gas and an hour of my time when I coulda been home drinking wine and cruising the Forum, and having handed over a six-pack of beer as a gesture of thanks, it turns out Hycle didn't actually have them at his house. But that's okay. I forgave him, but I wanted my six-pack back. :glare: (Well, he did finally find them the next day, and he met me half way for the exchange. Thanks, Hycle. If it weren't for Terri and those cute Alsatian Squirrel-Biter dogs you keep around the house and that occasionally bite your cheek off, I'd be like so "Sayonara, Mr. Hycle." )
The place where these magnificant miracles of magical mechanical mojo making were to take place was a a mind-numbing, butt-aching, astonishing two hours or 120 miles to the east in the Gold Country (there must be an Iron Butt certificate for that!). But I felt I could manage it, if I stopped a lot. So I awoke while the world and OM still slept, mounted my mojo-lacking iron steed, and headed for the gold to be found in them thar hills.
I rolled into CAJW's garage, and we set to work. I had a lot of important jobs to do, things like "Stand there," or "Hold this," or "Fetch that." But I'm pretty sure he couldn't have done it without me. Well, he certainly couldn't have done it without my bike, so that's something. I guess.
Well, I got there at 10 AM, and by 2 PM, we were on the road. I could tell immediately that the mojo was back! She accelerated like Vale's No. 46, and she wasn't trying to buck me off anymore. I follwed CAJW on some terrific twisties along Hwy 49, including the "mini-Dragon," and other locations. These were some of the best roads I've had the privilege of riding on!
Here's a big shout-out Thank You to CAJW for being very generous with his time and welcoming me into his home to help me with my bike, and for showing me some phenomenal roads. Thanks, John!!!
JB
P.S. I didn't bring my camera with me, but since I know that ride reports are useless without pics, I'm including one here of the animal bones found in the archaeological dig at the Fredricks site at Occaneechi Town:
That was so freakin' early I bet even OM was still in bed, the lazy bastage. <_< Hell, I haven't seen 06:35 on a weekend since I worked the morning shift at Dunkin' Donuts. (Don't be so gullible. I never worked the morning shift at Dunkin' Donuts. )But I dragged myself outta bed, stepped over Fang, the dear, passed out on the floor with an empty gin bottle next to her (as usual), and got motivating. Today was the day I was gonna "help" CAJW get my FJR's mojo back: somewhere my bike had left its neck-snapping acceleration by the side of the road, and I wanted it back. Badly. The pundits and soothsayers prescribed a throttle-body sync, whatever that is. :blink: Apparently CAJW knew what this was and how to do it.
And on top of that, the Feej was bucking like a stallion with a leather strap cinched around its schwanzstucker. So CAJW offered me his. No, not his schwanzstucker, nor even his phitzlestriker, but the recently replaced shock off his '05.
I had already picked up Hycle's risers, no thanks to him BTW, at least not the first time. :glare: After riding from work and hour north to Dixon, Gateway to Sacramento, and paying bridge toll and a half tank of gas and an hour of my time when I coulda been home drinking wine and cruising the Forum, and having handed over a six-pack of beer as a gesture of thanks, it turns out Hycle didn't actually have them at his house. But that's okay. I forgave him, but I wanted my six-pack back. :glare: (Well, he did finally find them the next day, and he met me half way for the exchange. Thanks, Hycle. If it weren't for Terri and those cute Alsatian Squirrel-Biter dogs you keep around the house and that occasionally bite your cheek off, I'd be like so "Sayonara, Mr. Hycle."
)The place where these magnificant miracles of magical mechanical mojo making were to take place was a a mind-numbing, butt-aching, astonishing two hours or 120 miles to the east in the Gold Country (there must be an Iron Butt certificate for that!). But I felt I could manage it, if I stopped a lot. So I awoke while the world and OM still slept, mounted my mojo-lacking iron steed, and headed for the gold to be found in them thar hills.
I rolled into CAJW's garage, and we set to work. I had a lot of important jobs to do, things like "Stand there," or "Hold this," or "Fetch that." But I'm pretty sure he couldn't have done it without me. Well, he certainly couldn't have done it without my bike, so that's something. I guess.
Well, I got there at 10 AM, and by 2 PM, we were on the road. I could tell immediately that the mojo was back! She accelerated like Vale's No. 46, and she wasn't trying to buck me off anymore. I follwed CAJW on some terrific twisties along Hwy 49, including the "mini-Dragon," and other locations. These were some of the best roads I've had the privilege of riding on!
Here's a big shout-out Thank You to CAJW for being very generous with his time and welcoming me into his home to help me with my bike, and for showing me some phenomenal roads. Thanks, John!!!
JB
P.S. I didn't bring my camera with me, but since I know that ride reports are useless without pics, I'm including one here of the animal bones found in the archaeological dig at the Fredricks site at Occaneechi Town:
