There’s a blow going on since last night that has got my decorative windmill going bananas, and the 6’x8′ pieces of Astroturf have been picked-up and scattered around the driveway and tossed under the redwoods…so of course I do something else, because I already did that (picked ’em up) this morning.
But first I take down all the flags that are whipping in the wind, and find a way to fix the mounting brackets so they all take a 5mm hex-head nut to tighten against the pole.
Meanwhile a while back I had installed the “Stage I” kit on the Fat Boy, really just in order to remove the football air-cleaner and replace it with The Skull!
And all that is great and it looks really cool and bitchin’ – except today while inspecting my handiwork I noticed a wiring plug hanging freely, something with a bung on one side, something which must have been concealed by the football…
Going through the RTFM instruction pages which I had not done RTFM on before but simply looked at the visual diagram to complete the job, there was a “#8 – Clip, adhesive” that I found laying in among some other tools, and I used that to pull up the dangler and hide it behind the air filter. Job done! Except for the part I now began to read since it was not just a cosmetic upgrade but a “Screamin’ Eagle Stage 1 Kit for EFI Models.” And that which I read was, You must recalibrate the ECM when installing this kit. Failure to properly recalibrate the ECM can result in severe engine damage.” Oh great, at least I haven’t put more than ten mikes on it since the monkeywrenching…
So Saturday we attacked the quince on the embankment, and even with long-gauntlet rose-pruning gloves, my forearm was attacked back. But now the yard-waste can is full and the pickup is Monday morning.
Besides food-therapy, the Pandemic of the Wuhan Flu has brought about some retail-therapy, with more parts going onto the Harley Fat Boy: a “lay-down” license-plate holder, and an LED tail-light to match being the most recent bits.
SaveMart had a buy-one-get-on deal on Tri-Tip, so with Thursday set to be clear again, I can grill and the doggy will have some topping on her kibble…
After a nice sear and some indirect heat, we had lunch ready.
Merry Christmas!!
Our vapid moron Governor Greaseball has sent down from on high another lockdown edict, based on fictional numbers and questionable ‘social justice’ demands.
Tuesday at 6:15 the dog came in warm and dry. WTH? It’s 65-degrees instead of 35, and a warm breeze is cutting under the overcast – a storm is coming-in. Biscuits and farm eggs for breakfast, with coffee and a Greyhound. We have been taking vitamin D supplements, 5,000 IU since last fall, and have not had a cold and hardly a sniffle either.
We look forward to the changes in temperature, and the chance we might get a little snow eventually. Rain will be an indicator of where we need to dig-out drainage channels – many of the rivulets have been upset by burrowing squirrels and will need repair, and so too the main channel. Mainly rain will bring relief from pressure, after the long, hot and smoky, Wuhan Virus plagued year of political torment and unrest. Fortunately we remain free and the chaos remains distant. 