Monday my son and I were able to get out for a few hours. He hasn't touched his bike since last November. As we're unloading I said you'd better make sure it starts before we gear up... His comment... Come on... it's a smoker, it will start within 5 kicks. As he's kicking I counted 5 and then asked is the choke on? Opps. nope... 2 more and she fired up... and ran prefect even on the old stale gas. His bike never missed a beast, ran perfect all day. Show me a stroker then can do that.
It's funny as every time we'd stop he'd pull out his phone and check his messages. He was emailing / texting his boss about work, and to his fiance about their son. (the poor kid hadn't pooped in 4 days). After we put in a few good hours, I asked if he was ready to leave.. he was yea, I'm worried about Johnny and hate the idea of leaving him with his mom without any support... although I really did need to get out and ride... (FYI little Johnny had a massive blowout Monday afternoon, I guess the prune juice did its job)
So to sum it up, yep I got to ride twice this week... I'm tired, I'm sore and in the end, yes it was awesome.
Attached is a pick of my son... ready to tear it up...