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·It's about 12:30 PM and my last game of pool is over. I decide it's time to call it a night and step outside of the bar (sober, I don't drink and ride). I go to slide my key into the ignition tumbler on my 996 and a slip of the fingers later the key disappears into some infentisimal, obscure and entirely invisible slot somewhere beneath ....
So, I start the usual poking, proding, jingling, looking around, swearing and so on.
No luck. Damn.
Then I start to really look around and still nothing. I then call my friends, to give me a lift home to pick up my spare ... no one answers .
And so it starts...
Pepople start filtering out of the bar asking "What happened?" "Did your bike breakdown?" "Are you OK?" and so forth, and like a giant magnetic bellend tool I have to explain to all these nice people, over and over again, "I lost my key" (the dejection in my tone is unbearable).
So, there I am, fairings off looking around and nothing (mind you, I've now attracted a crowd of 5 or so onlookers who I think I heard taking bets on when I'd start crying).
By this time, it's 1AM
Realizing the inevitble to be true, I embark on taking off the gas tank, in front of an emptying bar of people armed with ... no tools! PHUCK!
Luckily my friend Andy's working and I ask if they've got an allen set - they do, SCORE! (God has an amazing sense of humor.)
So, here we go, gas tank off, tail section off fairings off and still ... no sign of that damned key ... it's getting close to 1.30 or so now ... I'm not sure.
Then I take the airbox off and THERE IT IS. The key had somehow defied logic, reason, space - time and gravity and lodged itself underneath the airbox, behind a wire, upside down and totall obscured ... I realize that had I probably had more light, other than a single street lamp, I may have seen it but at this point I don't care nor does it matter; for a second though, let's imagine the scene ... my bike stripped down, part lying on adjacent lawns, me taking stuff apart, putting it back together etcetcect - it was a mess....
2 AM rolls around and I'm ready to put it all back together ... by 2.30 I'm almost good to go, struggling with the gas tank but get it to seat ... put the tail section back on and I'm off... 3AM I get home, reaking of gas, grease, grime and whatever else...ready for bed.
Moral of my story : Put a keychain on that key. Or carry your spare with you.
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Good night all...
So, I start the usual poking, proding, jingling, looking around, swearing and so on.
No luck. Damn.
Then I start to really look around and still nothing. I then call my friends, to give me a lift home to pick up my spare ... no one answers .
And so it starts...
Pepople start filtering out of the bar asking "What happened?" "Did your bike breakdown?" "Are you OK?" and so forth, and like a giant magnetic bellend tool I have to explain to all these nice people, over and over again, "I lost my key" (the dejection in my tone is unbearable).
So, there I am, fairings off looking around and nothing (mind you, I've now attracted a crowd of 5 or so onlookers who I think I heard taking bets on when I'd start crying).
By this time, it's 1AM
Realizing the inevitble to be true, I embark on taking off the gas tank, in front of an emptying bar of people armed with ... no tools! PHUCK!
Luckily my friend Andy's working and I ask if they've got an allen set - they do, SCORE! (God has an amazing sense of humor.)
So, here we go, gas tank off, tail section off fairings off and still ... no sign of that damned key ... it's getting close to 1.30 or so now ... I'm not sure.
Then I take the airbox off and THERE IT IS. The key had somehow defied logic, reason, space - time and gravity and lodged itself underneath the airbox, behind a wire, upside down and totall obscured ... I realize that had I probably had more light, other than a single street lamp, I may have seen it but at this point I don't care nor does it matter; for a second though, let's imagine the scene ... my bike stripped down, part lying on adjacent lawns, me taking stuff apart, putting it back together etcetcect - it was a mess....
2 AM rolls around and I'm ready to put it all back together ... by 2.30 I'm almost good to go, struggling with the gas tank but get it to seat ... put the tail section back on and I'm off... 3AM I get home, reaking of gas, grease, grime and whatever else...ready for bed.
Moral of my story : Put a keychain on that key. Or carry your spare with you.
Good night all...
