I told Donna I’d cook tonight. What I have in mind is chicken satay, which I like to serve with a sweet & sour cucumber salad and frites. Since we had neither cucumber nor potatoes I stopped at Safeway.
Oh, I picked up some flowers for Donna, too, seeing as how it’s [...]
Yesterday I decided to change the oil in the Ducati. All the work I did getting it ready to ride again, I never got around to replacing the oil and filter. It looked like an easy task, but it turns out there’s a trick to it.
I drain dirty oil into one of those squarish [...]
Update (9/2/12): This is an older post, written in September 2008. I’ve updated it twice, once to replace some stock images with photos of the actual machines I owned, and again today to add the latest bike, the Ducati I’m fixing up for my daughter Polly.
Original post: Lately I haven’t written [...]
Just so we’re all on the same page again: cultie=cult bike=Ducati. That there is a Ducati bag I’m tempted to buy. It would go on the little rack in back. Of course I’d need a magnetic tank bag as well. Oh, wait. The cultie’s going to be Polly’s ride, not mine. Time to stop thinking [...]
The pin (left) came on the Cultie’s keychain. I’m trying to figure out whether it’s Ducati-related or if I can throw it away. It reminds me of the pin I use to release the slide on my 9mm pistol when I want to clean it. Any Ducati experts out there? I tried [...]
The Ducati lives again: new brakes, battery, and tires; carburetors fixed; lots of small but essential parts replaced. I picked it up yesterday morning.
I would have ridden it home if it had plates
I rode it around the neighborhood yesterday afternoon. The frame is small and the riding position too sporty for a [...]
Mount Lemon, that would be, just a 26-mile ride from my home at the base of the Santa Catalinas in northeast Tucson.
We finally had a good monsoon rainstorm yesterday, and when I woke up this morning the sky was still overcast. I decided to get the Goldwing ready for a ride anyway, and that [...]
I always thought I’d have a project bike some day. In my daydreams, I’d see a Triumph or BSA 650 twin, perhaps a pre-1965 BMW with Earles forks, maybe even an old Sporty. One thing I never pictured, though, was an Italian bike, and a relatively new one at that!
Picking up the Duck