Blew the chain off my radical on the second lap of my race this weekend.
Now there's a problem we don't have with a Triumph. Of course I'm in the
shop, taking all the broken stuff out of Peyote. Big mess. definately
caused by the flywheel bolts. Took out the input shaft bearing and gear,
throwout bearing, filled the trans with dirt. The clutch pilot was still
in place. Not good.
Had a funny incident at the track though. A guy came by to look over my
shoulder while I was feverishly working on some things unrelated to the
chain (unfortunately) and started pointing out all the important facets of
the Radical to me and his wife. Out of roughly twenty things he said he
didn't get a single one right--or even close. Now that's talent. He
decided my Kawasaki motor was a Honda--and nothing I said to the contrary
registered at all. What reminded me of him was the subject line for this
email--he started his tirade by explaining that the fuel regulator was
very clever because it was from a gas barbeque.
Normally I enjoy the folks who come by the paddock, but lately I've been
getting a lot of nuts. Is there something going on with the moon, or is it
my cologne?
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