I'm Practically a Boy!

I rode my beautiful Suzuki Bandit motorcycle home from work this morning with a smile on my face and a song in my heart MP3 Player, as always.  I came into the house; The Ex is visiting and somewhat awake.  I grabbed my mini-mechanic kit and turned to go back outside where my soulmate was parked in the driveway feeling a little unwell.

The Ex queried my intentions.  I explained that Bandit was not responding well on the hairpin turns that I enjoy between home and work.  It felt as though the front tire was turning in too far.  Poor description, I'm sure, but he rides a motorbike as well so, he should get it.  I was speaking the language of the rider; I was talking about feelings.  Something that I was apparently unable to do while I was married (little aside, over it).  So, I was going to check the tire pressure.  Simple mind = simple solution.

The Ex reminded me that he rode his brand new bike last season off the lot with low tire pressure and, didn't catch it until the first (5000 km) servicing and, therefore, had to replace both of his tires.  Low tire pressure is not as easy to detect as "a feeling".

Front tire pressure should be 42 psi:  mine was 28.5 psi.

Seriously, how could I have possibly not smiled.

It had to be said:  "Hmmm, maybe if you would have let me ride your bike I could have saved you about $700 in new tires.  I am at one with the bike, you know."