Sounds like a great age, doesn’t it? A bit young, even? Not in motorcycle years! The poor bike has had one problem after another, to the point where my dearest friend asked, “When are you going to give up on that one and buy a newer, slightly more expensive one?” This is a girl who probably was not too impressed with the decision to ride in the first place, though she kept it to herself.
The tachymeter went first. Not such a big deal, since I know the sound of the bike enough to estimate where the RPMs are. Then the speedometer went. Which means no odometer. Which means I don’t really know, from one day to the next, how much gas I’ve used.
While both those problems are easily resolved, it does seem to be in the nature of an old bike to start having weird issues. Of more concern are the swing arm bearings, which are on their last legs. More expensive, and more important to overall safety (not to mention performance). So that’s got to be done soon.
In the meantime, it looks like I might have missed the one great riding day this work-week. It’s clouding up significantly. Ah well. If it’s not actually raining, I’ll be riding.