PsychoBikerBen
25-11-2008, 11:56 AM
That's it, today was the day for an oil change.
list of items:-
Oil..... Check
Filter....Check
Sump bolt crush washer.....Check
Filter key spanner/ socket thing.....Check
Old washing up bowl I use for oil changes...Check
Tools for removal of sump bash plate and sump plug....Check.
Removed the bash plate.
Right then, it's a nice day, I'll lay all my tools out and go for a half hour leasurely spin to warm the old oil up.
Great little blast. Got back, pulled up, swung the bowl under the bike & removed sump plug & filter.
Hot oil gushing out into the bowl...Nice.
So while the bike is draining away, I leg it inside, ditch my riding gear and get my garage gear on. Old pair of army fatigues on the bottom & a fleece on the top. Retrieve my bike keys from my jacket and back to the garage I go.
Oil chance went quick and easy as it always does. Now its time to stick the bash plate back on the old girl and job's a good'un.
So, I'm lying on the drive with my head on the deck and looking up under the bash plate to stick the bolts back in. All of a sudden, the bloody alarm arming pips start to chime. Anyone whose heard my alarm arming & dissarming will know how annoyingly loud it is.
F*ck! made me jump and smack my head on the engine bars.
Had a quick pause for though and tried to work out why it would do that.Was the battery low? No. Good battery. So why?
Rolled back under the bike, started to tighten another bolt when -"Blip, blip."
F*ck, bollox! Jumped and bashed my head again!
Right, that's it! Back on my feet again & now cursing.
What the F*ck is going on?!
Then it dawned on me and as I realised why, I stuck my tongue under my bottom lip and uttered that ol' school boy insult -"Spaaaaz!"
Put my hand in the thigh pocket of my old combat trousers, the side I was lying on, & there it was......
My alarm fob.
What a twat.:o
Happy days. :D
list of items:-
Oil..... Check
Filter....Check
Sump bolt crush washer.....Check
Filter key spanner/ socket thing.....Check
Old washing up bowl I use for oil changes...Check
Tools for removal of sump bash plate and sump plug....Check.
Removed the bash plate.
Right then, it's a nice day, I'll lay all my tools out and go for a half hour leasurely spin to warm the old oil up.
Great little blast. Got back, pulled up, swung the bowl under the bike & removed sump plug & filter.
Hot oil gushing out into the bowl...Nice.
So while the bike is draining away, I leg it inside, ditch my riding gear and get my garage gear on. Old pair of army fatigues on the bottom & a fleece on the top. Retrieve my bike keys from my jacket and back to the garage I go.
Oil chance went quick and easy as it always does. Now its time to stick the bash plate back on the old girl and job's a good'un.
So, I'm lying on the drive with my head on the deck and looking up under the bash plate to stick the bolts back in. All of a sudden, the bloody alarm arming pips start to chime. Anyone whose heard my alarm arming & dissarming will know how annoyingly loud it is.
F*ck! made me jump and smack my head on the engine bars.
Had a quick pause for though and tried to work out why it would do that.Was the battery low? No. Good battery. So why?
Rolled back under the bike, started to tighten another bolt when -"Blip, blip."
F*ck, bollox! Jumped and bashed my head again!
Right, that's it! Back on my feet again & now cursing.
What the F*ck is going on?!
Then it dawned on me and as I realised why, I stuck my tongue under my bottom lip and uttered that ol' school boy insult -"Spaaaaz!"
Put my hand in the thigh pocket of my old combat trousers, the side I was lying on, & there it was......
My alarm fob.
What a twat.:o
Happy days. :D