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#91 Unread post by noodlenoggin »

Nothing to See Here. Move Along.

It's April 15. Tax day. 10:13pm. Doesn't matter, we've already filed, gotten our return and spent it on a van which we don't actually have at the moment.

Yeah. Used to be the saga of the tv. Seems to be the saga of the van, now. In the interim, the dealership has stepped up -- much to my surprise -- and has had the van for a week and a half. Seems they paid a buncha money for a repair that wasn't done, or wasn't done right, and so their customer (us) is raising hell with them. So we had the van towed there, and they're fixing it...or at least fixing something. To explain:

I crawled under the thing, and found that it's leaking transmission fluid from where the axle goes into the final drive housing. And I could wiggle the axle up and down with just two fingers -- not good. We had a local transmission shop look at it, and it seems there's "The Pin." There's a pin inside the final drive that holds in the spider gears. The spider gear holds in the axle. The pin wears out, and it lets the spider gear wiggle, and it lets the axle wiggle. And that's happening. It's about a $500 repair.

If we just replace the oil seal and keep driving, the pin keeps wearing out, then starts backing itself out, and hammering itself against the final drive casing until it punches a hole into the main transmission, and then we're out something like $2000.

My worry is that the dealership's "guy" is going to make sure that an axle replacement is done, because that's what the dealership paid for...leaving us with a $500 repair we still have to fork out for. With any luck, though, the repair the "guy" was supposed to have done wasn't that specific, and he'll acknowledge what OUR shop said (they never do...) and he'll fix the underlying problem, etc etc etc. I see us still needing to have the van towed back, and spend another week or two at yet another repair shop.

Why bother? Well, after all this is taken care of, it seems like (cross fingers, knock on wood veneer) this van is basically all right and not beat on, and should serve us well. Once this foofaraw is all taken care of. :frusty:

Well, at least I can cheer up because it's spring. Oh, wait. Not. It's been snowing for the last two weeks. Week before last we got something like 18" of snow over three days. There was just this massive storm that parked over Lake Huron and dumped like 8" of snow per day on us. HOoray. It's been in the 40's for a couple of days and the white dodo is melting, at least.

Yeah, it's going to be June before I can even THINK of begging my wife for bike insurance. By the time the process can be completed, I'll have about 36 hours of riding season left before the August blizzards hit. :roll:

Gloom...doom....despair......
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#92 Unread post by noodlenoggin »

Yee-haw!!

So...when I got home from work today I had a message from the dealership that has had our van for the past week-and-a-half. I called them back, and found out that their mechanic has been "sitting on" our van. They keep asking him "when when when?" and he keeps saying "Oh, I'll get it in tomorrow, I'll get in tomorrow."

Well, the dealer now says they want to take care of this now, so....

...they're cutting us a check for $500 to get the van repaired ourself!

Yee-haw!!

That should cover purt'near the whole repair, and I'm totally impressed with what looks on the outside like a little hick-shack used-car dealership in a small northern Michigan hick-town.

Maybe I'm on the fast track to bike insurance after all!

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#93 Unread post by noodlenoggin »

This has nothing to do with motorcycles. Nothing. And it's going to be kind of rambly and disjointed. And possibly depressing. Be warned.

So, we watched the big "American Idol Gives Back" show. That's the one (if you live under a rock) where the stars went to Africa and brought back footage of the horrible things happening every day, to try and raise money. They also brought back footage of poor kids in America that somehow, in comparison, just seem like whiny brats.

So my wife asks, "why is it SO hard to adopt a foreign kid?" And she's right...it takes YEARS to wade through the paper, bureaucracy and out-and-out bribery to bring a kid from a foreign country into your American home. Nobody's debating that the kid will have a night-and-day improvement in their life, or that they may actually die if nobody adopts them. But no...it takes years of time and thousands upon thousands of dollars to adopt a kid and save their life.

And even in the disease and filth of Africa...even if two adolescent kids have lost their parents and are living on their own...even if the "economy" consists of picking through a garbage dump for scraps...even if death is an everyday occurrance...

...even through all these things, the kids there still manage to get themselves to what passes for a school, and manage to smile.

Then there's the American poor kids who are filmed not at a garbage dump, but at a YMCA or such kind of after-school rec center...whose parents aren't dead, but just both at work -- and they're crying because it's sooooo tough for them. Sure, they are underprivileged and have a tougher time of it than I do...but compared to these kids who have lost their parents to AIDS and live in a dirt hut, it's just deplorable how much the American kids whine.

But a lot of it is the environment, I'm sure. The African kids don't see someone drive by in a big Cadillac, or see people wearing designer clothes and drinking latte from Starbucks...they don't have anything in their daily life to compare themselves to -- they at the very least have a sense of community amongh the rest of them who are all slowly dying of AIDS and starvation. American poor are surly, why-me, the-world-owes-me whiners.

And though I wouldn't admit it to my wife...I'd love to take in a kid from one of these countries, and at least save ONE life. Whether an African boy or a Chinese girl, or a Guatemalen baby, doesn't matter. But then, we already have four kids of our own...there's just no way at this point in our lives that we could afford to feed, clothe, house, etc... another kid.

It makes me wish I'd just win the lottery. Sure, I'd want a sweet car, and big house, and nice clothes...but I'd be able to fund charities out my wazoo and help more than we can by just giving up a Taco Bell meal and sending in $20.

And that's a question I have. Who decides which kids get the benefits of my $20? They keep saying things like "this pack of malaria medicine costs less than two dollars" and "it only costs 50 cents to feed this child every day," and "two hundred dollars for this child's school this month. But who's picking which kid gets my money, and which child gets rejected? And how futile does it make me feel to point to one kid that's saved, while behind them another dozen are wasting away of hunger?

It just makes me angry. Maybe outraged is a better word for it. I want to help these poor kids, but I have to think about MY family first. And I know -- I KNOW -- how much better off I am than any of those people we see in Africa, yet it doesn't somehow make me more able to come up anything meaningful to help. And then I feel upset because it's "bad" to get anything for yourself while there are people dying. And then I feel bad because I feel bad for wanting something for myself.

Bah...my mind is just running in circles. Sorry to burden the forum with this -- this IS my blog of choice, though, and I just had to vent out some of this.
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And I'm back, a bit more awake -- not falling asleep at the keyboard, anyway. So, they keep telling us how much money it takes to feed, school and save a kid. It's hard not to look around at my life and think -- "so, if $10 in medicine saves a kids life...how many people am I killing with my DSL internet?" I can keep looking -- instead of still cramming us into my old Ford, how many people did we kill by spending $4000 on a van? Should we have sent that money to Africa? How many people did I kill when I ordered a Tae Kwon Do book from Amazon for my son? When I got lunch at the cafeteria? Did my breaded cheese stix kill a kid? Where do I draw the line? You know the line...between helping others and deciding to do something for me and mine? Where's that line? Do we live like paupers in a one-room shed with a bare light bulb, and send the lion's share of my income as an Info Center Analyst to Africa? Do we move it up a bit, and have a decent apartment but no car? Or a house and a car, but no luxuries like cable or eating out? Or do we just cut back on our Starbucks? Or do I get the 6-cylinder Jaguar instead of the V12 Jaguar, and feel good about all the people I just saved? Where does it become okay? I mean, you can look at every dollar you spend and equate it to something for somebody SOMEWHERE who needed that dollar more than I did. Does that do any good?

Can you live your life if you think about it every time you eat a Big Mac -- that the money you spent on the Big Mac could feed two kids for a whole day? If you think of every dollar you spend in terms of human lives spent for your comforts, can you go on with your life? At what point do you just shut it off in your head, or abstract it out to meaninglessness, or rationalize it away -- "Oh, going large on the value meal isn't going to KILL anyone...."

And how can one look at these starving kids, and not appreciate your own kids more? Yet...how can you look at your kids and not think how unfair it is that your own kids don't appreciate luxuries that the foreign kids couldn't even dream up? But how do you balance providing a good life for your own kids, while watching other people's kids dying because they don't have water. It's water, it's in the ground, how could anyplace be without it? But it is. And...I dunno, I don't have an and.

I think I have to just stop...I could keep going like this, and still not feel any better. Later. Sorry.
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#94 Unread post by noodlenoggin »

Well, that certainly was uncomfortable, wasn't it?

I dunno what came over me -- I've since stopped being so serious and s#!t. No more global social responsibility from ME. Nuh-unh! How about starting over with a whole different title, like this:

The bike is Mobile Again! Yee-hah!

Yeah, we spent Saturday organizing the garage, and the first thing I did was pull out the bike's battery, pull out the charger, and let it charge for a few hours at 2amps.

Today (Sunday) I did a bunch of other stuff outside in the yard, and when I had finished all the things my wife deems acceptable :roll: I grabbed the battery and put it in. Then, since it was in, I figured I might turn on the key and see if the neutral light lit up. Then, since I had juice, I thought I might see if the starter would turn over. It didn't...just ran the solenoid: "tickety tickety tickety."

So, I figured I'd just see how many kicks it'd take to start it. I put both petcocks on "prime," and put the choke on, and put the killswitch on "off" and kicked it through a few times -- wait...my bike has a kickstarter. I failed to mention that, maybe. -- to prime the motor. Then I put on the key, put the killswitch to "run", footed the kickstarter until I hit compression, stood up on the pegs and in one smooth motion kicked the lever through to the bottom.

And the darn thing caught and ran on the first kick!! Ho-lee shee-yit! I ran it a bit, revved it a bit, then killed it. The garage was full of exhaust and my son, sitting in a chair on the garage floor, was waving his hand in front of his face and making "stinky" faces.

So yeah, then, knowing that it ran, I pushed it out of the garage to the driveway, started it in two kicks and ran it up and down the subdivision once. I gotta admit, my safety record on this forum is abysmal because I went without ANYTHING safe. No helmet, jacket, gloves, boots. Nothing. T-shirt, army pants, track shoes. Then again, the ride had a total duration of 2 minutes, and a top speed of 29mph. Whatever; flame away, dudes and dudarini's :D

So, my wife expressed concern that I'm going to REALLY put the pressure on her to get the bike insured now that it runs. I assured her that the opposite is true -- now I know that once it's insured, I can be on the road the next day. And if we take some time, I can "tide myself over" like last year -- with illegal rides around the block. :thumbsup:
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#95 Unread post by Shorts »

Hey Noodle, I love reading your thoughts :mrgreen:

...s........q............u................i............d......... :naughtynaughty: :wink:


Seriously, I admire your patience and perseverance in the balance of life. Though you are racking your brain up there wondering about the more unfortunate kids in poverty, you are certainly not neglecting where you can and it should be priority. Don't beat yourself up for that :D

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#96 Unread post by noodlenoggin »

Thanks, Shorts. Y'know, we're finally at a place where we CAN give to a cause or two without really hurting our own family. This weekend we raised a couple hundred dollars from co-workers and walked in the March of Dimes Walkamerica. I think when the Relay For Life "cancer-walk" comes through we'll probably walk in that. Those two charities are sort of close to us...our twins were born a tiny bit premature, and my mom passed away ten years ago from cancer. Then around Christmas we usually try to give to the local Goodwill Inn -- the Goodwill around here has a hotel that serves the homeless population until they can get on their feet.

Well yeah, listen to me, I'm just a regular friggin' saint, ain't I? :roll:
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#97 Unread post by Shorts »

lol Hey, you're not tootin' you're horn, you're telling me the things you are involved with :) DH and I sponsor a child with the Christian Children's Fund program. We just received our packet for our new little boy - he's such a cutie pie! The last boy we sponsored has moved on with his family, so we now help another in need. I certainly hope that our contributions are being used right. You know, I really wish they'd allow more direct gift giving, you know like simple things....some sports toys, clothes/shoes/neat little trinket type gifts. I'm certainly not intending those "unnecessary" type items be used as a replacement, but rather in addition to what we do contribute. You know, just those "thinking of you" kinda gifts.

Bah! Listen to me! :spike:

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#98 Unread post by roscowgo »

I hate honeydoo lists. I'm forcibly reminded of that zuki gsxr commercial with the lil ratdog and the guy walking it on his bike everytime i get handed one.

COngrats on the running bike noodle :D

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#99 Unread post by noodlenoggin »

Nothing much, Coupla pics

So, I've gotten pretty interested in those "deal of the day" websites out there, like www.woot.com -- if you've never heard of them, they take a single item, and sell it for a single day at a ridiculous low price. My dad turned me onto Woot this past Christmas, and I've let my obsessive/compulsive behaviors run wild and free on the fertile plain of this new harmless thing. Turns out there are over a hundred of those sites, and sites to track all those sites at once. I've gotten a decent Pulsar watch for $20, a 3 megapixel camera for $40 and a 1gb SD card for $10 for that camera. I received a "mystery box" yesterday that I paid $10 for, and so now I'm listing to music (Nickelback and Kid Rock covering an Elton John tune, actually) on a nice pair of Altec Lansing headphones at a volume that would be totally unacceptable to the sleeping wife and babies behind me. :twisted: The mystery box also had a tiny FM receiver you wear around your neck, some fridge magnets and a 3-pack of styluses for a Compaq iPaq that I don't own. (Now it's Shiny Toy Guns' "Le Disko)

So, I took a couple of pics of my bike as it sits in the garage -- lately possible because on Saturday we cleaned a whole lot of crud out of said garage, and I can now stand in places where I forgot there was floor under all the stuff. These places allow a vantage point wherein an entire motorcycle will fit within the frame of a camera.

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And there it sits. I really, REALLY have to degrease it and make it look nice.
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#100 Unread post by AZRider »

I really, REALLY have to degrease it and make it look nice.
You really REALLY need to get it licensed, insured and RIDE it :twisted:
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I dont give a damn what the name on the bike is..........Just ride it.

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