Bess is safely home again due to an epic day. The day began late last night with another carb drain/ jump attempt. When that didn’t work, I took the battery to a leaving-the-office=party for a truly impressive public defender. At the party I was quizzed about the blog – which is, and has been, no longer quite anonymous. (I would appreciate though if everyone just stuck with the moniker for on-line activity.)
This morning I awoke, girded up my loins, and headed into the vast unknown of Hialeah. FL. Hialeah is not something that is really easily explained. It’s a city near Miami that uses an entirely different street numbering system, resulting in a lot of confusion. I was told the people of Miami, upset at these strange doings by their neighbors, attempted to make war upon the people of Hialeah. After marching pointlessly in circles up and down one way streets, along canals, and past endless mostly empty strip malls, the Armies of Miami found themselves unexpectedly back in Miami. After two more attempts, the war was abandoned. However, I believe I encountered some of the legacy of hostility these two peoples nurse toward each other.
I can’t, unfortunately, go into much detail, lest I compromise the identity of a kindly mechanic who cutting through all kinds of bullshit, fully recharged Bess’s battery, and gave me some advice on electrical system failure on her particular model of Kawasaki.
Via a truly frightening flea market, I found myself back at The Mayor’s house. (He and his wife have been storing Bess in one of the parking facilities.) With the aid of some pliers, a screw-driver, electrical tape, a test light, the recharged battery, neighbor kids, an excitable dog, extra oil, and a triple whiskey, Bess eventually roared somewhat crankily to life. I think the most amusing point was when the Mayor was balancing Bess as I was trying to fire her up; after she shuddered a few times, I noticed that one of the wires had cracked and she was sparking right onto the chassis instead of firing the plug. The amusing bit was the Mayor poking at it, trying to see how it was affecting the idle.
Because playing with electricity while drinking is only slightly less fun than playing with powertools, I decided to do the “hinge fix” on the rear tool compartment. Basically it’s one of those things that fail on every single Vulcan, due to poor design. Thankfully it’s about the only thing that needs to be redone on the bike.
I feel pretty good, fixing a problem without a lot of outlay. (I’m a decent mechanic, but my biggest weak point is electrical systems.) On the other hand, I also feel kind of annoyed – I’d much rather have not had the problem at all, which’d have given me marginally more free time to attend to things which have been waiting for far too long. A few of those things involve slight modifications to Bess and some preventive maintenance (believe it or not the ignition wiring was something I was going to replace anyway.) Blergh.
But the evening ended on an even better note: had dinner (featuring a lot of crabs and artichokes) and conversation (law, dreaming, motorcycles, castrating bulls, parenting, and, as always, our responsibilites to our fellow men) with the Mayor and his family.
In other news, The James Bond Watch came down for a visit. That really deserved it's own blog post, as all his visits do. Suffice to say, much fun was had, much Turkish food was eaten, and TJBW zipped out of town as he always does.
I've re-read a few Bujold novels at night, just prior to my crashing out time. She's fast on her way to becoming my favorite contemporary fantasist, although the "high art" part of me feels guilty I don't really emotionally resonate with many of Guy Gavril Kay's works.
What else. . . I went to a Welcome to America party for two Cubans who recently came over. I ate about four pounds of Flan. But that was OK because I also had about four pounds of pork and yucca. My Listening Spanish is getting better. My Speaking Spanish still sucks eggs.
I also went on two long errand bike rides, with a third set for tomorrow. I need to get back on the bike more consistently, but the problem, as always, is simply time. It’s hard to put aside a half day to do a ride while I’m still in the learning curve at work. More thoughts on that will have to wait till another day.
Sorry the reportage is so lame - I talk a lot of law now-a-days, and there's usually nothing I can talk about (due to a few overlapping reasons).