Got my groove back

It’s been a tough couple of months. I’ve been pining away for my Moto Guzzi, which has been in the shop. That means more than just an emotional gap in my life; I’ve been less able to get from place to place and have even resorted to driving four-wheeled vehicles on occasion. That was an exercise in frustration; not only did it take twice as long to get anywhere,  it usually took longer to park than it did to drive.

The Nero Corsa has had its camshaft, all four tappets, and a whole lot of expensive gaskets replaced. It’s also had an exhaust header cracked and welded, and the fluid and seals of the front fork replaced. It’s taken over two months and lord only knows if I even remember how to ride a motorcycle any more (I did make it home from the shop safely.) It’s set me back more money than I have, and I’m very relieved to have it back home.

While the bike was being wheeled out, another customer at the bike shop asked me how I like my Moto Guzzi. It would be wrong to say I didn’t love it, but if I had simply said so the look on my face probably would have given me away. So I told him that I love the bike, and added, «and right now the relationship is bittersweet.» He nodded knowingly. I wish I’d asked what kind of bike he was picking up, but considering that Munroe Motors is the dealer for Guzzis, Triumphs, Ducatis, and MV Agustas, no matter what he likely has a somewhat bittersweet relationship with his bike as well.

To keep this sort of thing from happening again, I’m trying to get my hands on a Roper plate, which will hopefully prevent oil starvation during acceleration and on hills. I can try to take it easier on the throttle in the future, but there’s not much I can do to avoid hills here in San Francisco.

I think cutting back on working from home is in order, which should help my productivity and overall mood. It’ll be nice just to get out whenever I feel like taking a spin. A run to the grocery store can now happen at any time. It’s only a machine that’s come back to me and I haven’t gone anywhere, but I have the odd urge to declare: It’s good to be back.

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