So the chopper-gods looked upon the world and lo! There was a young(ish) man who's Triumph was working nicely, and the young(ish) man was filled with sinful pride, laughing as his brother kicked and kicked and kicked his pan. The chopper-gods were not pleased. Then one day the young man's brother kicked and kicked and kicked and behold! The panhead awoke and there was much merriment and rejoicing. And a lot of noise from those straight-ass pipes. Tho they are straight they are still gay. Anyway.
A short trip (~100km) was planned to celebrate and take cool posing pictures by the sea, and the young(ish) man decided to join as his triumph was working so nicely.
Cool riding pics were taken on the highway and there was much merriment and rejoicing. Then the fucking piece of shit goddamned triumph started spluttering and dying and the young(ish) man saw his brothers vanishing into the sunset. Well, his brother on the pan at least came back to check, but thinking it was only the engine overheating a bit the young(ish) man said he'd just smoke a few fags (pun intended) and then limp back to the garage, sending his brother on to join the merriment and rejoicing and taking of cool pics by the sea.
He smoked his last cigarettes and kicked. And kicked. And kicked. And kicked a few more times. And then he noticed he was getting no power from his battery what-so-ever. And the chopper-gods laughed, and there was much merriment and rejoicing in the heavens as the young man pushed his gay-ass, non-magneto, electronic ignition triumph for 40 days and 40 nights to a safe haven where he was even kindly lended a car to get home with. Karma back at you man. Big thanks.
And so, as the young(ish) man came home, dirty and sweaty and much humbled, he gave praise to the chopper-gods for teaching him an important lesson.
And what did we learn from all this? As usual, ABSOLUTELY NOTHING. Cheers, its beer-time.
Lesson of the day? Get a fucking magneto :).
ReplyDeleteI have an extra mag for it, just missing the adapter.
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