Hahahah I doubt it. People probably ran out of responses.
No lid, in the rain? Somebody get that girl some wisdom: STAT!
You know while I am drawing parallels(
): I dropped my R6 off at the shop yesterday to have my friend fiddle with it. As most of you know, I've spent the last 2 years trying to diagnose a problem and I've done everything from tear apart the FI system, to swap out the ECU, Throttle Bodies, etc. I have gone through hell and back, up many late nights trying desperately to track down a problem that seemed intermittent. There was a lot of frustration, a lot of investment and a lot of disappointment. Yes... I even cried about it. I had seriously debated putting it on Craigslist or just pushing it off the side of a mountain but there was always this little ( and I mean little
) voice in the back of my head that wouldn't let me do anything other than ignore it for a while, bitch about it for an even bigger while, and eventually I'd find my way back into the garage.
So anyway, I started developing this hunch as of late, and I bought a valve cover gasket and some shims. I figured if nothing else, the bike is most definitely due for a valve adjust. Another rider who saw a post I made on FB had also, coincidentally given me a heads-up that it was most likely the exhaust valves. I had ruled out valves originally because the problem was so intermittent. But after the catastrophic failure of my DRZ this weekend (motor blew), and with the 636 also in need of a valve adjustment on the replacement motor, and with all the shit going on with my "domestic situation" (lmao), I decided to reduce the burden on myself and outsource the job on the R6.
He was cool enough to let me drop the bike off after business hours and we even stood around for an hour running through diagnostic mode just to re-cover bases that I had done but not in a while. I left it there. And at 9:30 last night I got a call from him telling me that, indeed, the exhaust valves were "Extremely tight. On Every. Single. Valve
." "I just wanted to call and let you know that because I am super happy that we may have found your problem."
I freakin' cried people! Like one of those women you see on Oprah, bawling after she reunites them with their long lost kid that was conceived during a metal concert in a bathroom stall with some roadie after 4 solo cups of Miller High Life. There I was, crying in relief and utter happiness that, while we don't know for sure that that's the problem, it was a pretty big breakthrough and I couldn't have used some good news more
than at that moment. So I have hope.
I hope I will get to ride that bike again.