In a letter to an elite group of riders (who read Twisted Roads for highly technical moto advice and for tips in complex relationship-building with beautiful women), a BMW R75/6 rider of my acquaintance writes:
“There are few thing in life more satisfying than changing the oil on one’s motorcycle. It is as rewarding as making love to a woman for the first time, and hitting the ‘G-spot’ right out of the gate. Yet it has none of the apprehension associated with the challenge of the later event, unless you are planning on riding off at the crack of dawn, in which case the challenge is inversely proportional to the stealth of your departure.
|The R75/6 in question...
“The collection and preservation of these tools, and related materials, are the history of the motorcycle itself. On a recent trip to the garage (during which I seasoned the exterior of the R75 with aroma of a fine cigar, that costs as much today as a decent tire back in 1978), I came across a quart of the requisite Castrol 20/50. (Please refer to the photograph below.)
|Oil gets better with age... Why else is it in the ground?
|The Mark of a man who changes his own oil...
Amish Curse, PA
Twisted Roads reader Ray Woods (a Yamaha rider from Atlanta) wtites:
My friend's brother Jeff rode his "new" 1995 BMW R1100 RS up from Savannah to visit. He had been an avid Motor Company rider and was still wearing his Harley-branded half-helmet and red-white-and blue "USA" leather jacket. He was showing off his new acquisition (for which he had traded a boat) and to give credit where credit is due, he got a great deal on a bike that looked showroom new.
|Ray Woods's Brother's friend "Jeff" on his previous Harley
|Ray Woods on his Yamaha FJR 1300. He is now 30 pounds lighter and wears a smaller hat.
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