Streiche italienischen Originalschrott. Setze japanische Präzisionstechnik.
Sie fragen sich, warum ich flüstere? Geht nicht anders. Bin erkältet. Habs im Hals.

So sah es vorher aus.

So sieht es jetzt aus.

Eingeschaltet.

Cool oder zu geekig? Ich habe mich selber noch nicht entschieden. Immerhin kann man es verargumentieren: Das Wechseln kaputtgeschüttelter Schlusslichtbirnen alle paar 1000 km entfällt in Zukunft.

Nachtrag: Teil 2, die Ventildeckeldichtung, folgt irgendwann mal. Fragen sie nicht. Theoretisch ist es auch ganz leicht: Deckel runter, Dichtung erneuern oder die alte mit Dichtmasse einschmieren (abhängig vom Neupreis der Dichtung), alles wieder zusammenbauen.

Motorrad-Masse 1

Motorrad-Masse 2

Drollig: Die Polizei mit eigenem Stand.

Es gibt normale Motorräder,

schöne Motorräder,

weniger schöne,

grüne,

Vollkoffer,

noch mehr Vollkoffer,

und einen fliegenden Backstein.

Schöne Menschen, starke Kräder.

Creed #4
Fuck cars - they're always in the way. Fuck the government - they just stupidly make life more difficult. Fuck banks - its not their bloody money anyway. Fuck traffic wardens - all that's missin' from the uniform is the fascist armband. Fuck social workers - they're the inept advising the silly. Fuck politicians - all they want is their own snouts in the trough. Fuck religions - none of them can prove there is a god. Fuck bike thieves - they all need stringing up from lamp posts. Fuck political correctness - call a prick a prick for godsake! Fuck loans - debt is the worst form of poverty. Fuck vegetarians - they expect me to enjoy their fuckin' lentils? Fuck racists - they don't even know who their grandmothers bonked. Fuck Aussie soaps - who cares what goes on in fuckin' suburban Dimboowagga? Fuck wimmin libbers - are they all angry dykes who want to be men? Fuck anti-biking legislation - it's proposed by envious bike-hating bureaucrats in pompous suits. Fuck relationships - they all end in tears. Fuck traffic police - they get you for having fun. Fuck car drivers - their incompetence will kill you. Fuck everything but don't fuck with me or my bike!

Bin übers Wochenende nicht da ;-))

Creed #3
Biking is better than driving the most expensive car in the world; better than shagging the most beautiful bimbo of your dreams in a bath of champagne; better than seeing a million traffic wardens crushed by roadrollers; better than being given a lifetime free ale in your favourite pub; better than getting your own back on the government; better than winning the pools jackpot ten times in a row; better than seeing every Volvo in the street go up in flames; better than having an all expenses paid holiday in the most exotic place on earth with as many gorgeous willing girls as you can handle.
I ain't done any of these. But I do know that without biking life is just crap!

Der Angststreifen ist so gut wie Geschichte, und dabei hat die Saison gerade erst angefangen. Das wird ein grossartiges Jahr.

Creed #2
A biker will pick you up when you're down,
help you out when you're in trouble,
stand by you when times are tough,
get you a pint when you are broke,
lend you his tools when your bike is bust,
give you a hand when you need it,
and fuckin' bury you when you cross him!