|Subject:||RE: RE: It's My Own Dumb Fault...||Date:||Fri Jan 17 20:47:41 2020|
You can blame your misfortunes on bad luck. I have nobody to blame but myself for my stupidity in not tightening the gas cap tightly enough. And then for not diagnosing the noise problem soon enough.
I feel dumb as a donkey.
But what a great fraternity we have! About 45 minutes after I posted my appeal, brotherhood appeared in the form of a phone call from Bill Armstrong in Montana. Bill thinks he has an extra gas cap, and said he will mail it to me.
My girl is 90-years-old, but I still love riding her. She leaks a little, but I, at a spritely 67, am starting to leak a little too (particularly in the brain cell department). I guess we'll just have to put up with each other.
Thanks, Bill. And if you need help, give me a call.
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That story hurts Dave. I lost an original Ace footboard
mat on my Charlie Cole while transporting it back home in
a snow storm on an open trailer. Never did find it
though I kept an eye open on subsequent trips.
The summer I was out riding my 1948 Indian and when I got
home and tried to shut off the engine, my key was
missing. Seems the handlebars had slipped low and
clipped off the key flush in the switch. I had to get
two small screwdrivers to fish out the remaining section
of the key and turn off the bike.