The nut slipped from my fingers and fell. The little bastard went right into the pocket near the starter motor, a deep nook where small things easily hide. It was not a terribly important nut, just one from a battery terminal, and posed no threat to the motorcycle as it sat quietly. But once the bike was barreling down the road at 70 mph, that nut could make its way into the open primary and damage a pulley or even explode the belt. To make matters worse, it was aluminum, so the magic wand with a little magnet on the end for removing steel bits from tight places was worthless. Continue reading “The Nut Doesn’t Fall Far”
Today was a great day to have a great ride.
12 Bikes, 14 people and 350 miles on our way to Cathedral Gorge.
What you should check before every ride. Even is just 10 minutes ride.