Yesterday was a disaster... it was literally a script you would use for a straight-to-DVD comedy. It started in the morning with my bike turning over a few slow times and then the battery dying without the bike starting. The battery was old as I found out later in the day, boosted it, got to work, bike died at work, wouldn't even come CLOSE to turning over. Had a series of disasters at work, had to pay a fortune for a new battery that I could get within walking distance, tore my pants, and later the neighbor called me for something that broke at the house during the day. Disaster... anyhow, finally got to installed the battery and snapped a terminal connector on the bike. Had to then hunt around the office for wire strippers or some kind of knife. By the time I left work I was tired, boiling warm from working on the bike in the parking garage right next to the heater, starving, and very cranky. Get the battery in, temp fixed the busted wire and go get my things in my office.
Come back downstairs, get suited up and leave... get to the parking gate arm to leave the garage, it goes up and as I start to move forward it immediately drives back down between me and the windshield, smacks my chest and as I start to bend it forward, it decide to go back up, smashing me in the chin, peeling the chin strap up and rips the helmet off my head, sending it spinning 20 feet away. I held the clutch to stop the bike from jutting forward and caught it as it fell over, saving any damage. I back the bike back in the garage, put in N, get off the bike and in absolute fury walk towards the arm with every intention of tearing it clean off the box housing when the security guy just happened to be there and saw it all. Instead of killing the garage arm, I switch course and retrieve my helmet and go back to my bike.
They were very good about it though, he was 100% concerned with me and the bike and I told him I was tired and losing my **** and I needed to just go home and would let him know what was busted in the morning.
Came in this morning and they had already opened a full investigation report, the entire building admin was aware and had reviewed (and probably chuckled) at the incident and it was clearly a gate malfunction. No damage to the bike but they were more than happy to pay for a new helmet to replace the one that was ragdolled by the psychotic gate arm.
Needless to say, by the time I got home, I barricaded the doors and windows and huddled under the covers until Tuesday rolled around.
F*** Monday.
Dan
Come back downstairs, get suited up and leave... get to the parking gate arm to leave the garage, it goes up and as I start to move forward it immediately drives back down between me and the windshield, smacks my chest and as I start to bend it forward, it decide to go back up, smashing me in the chin, peeling the chin strap up and rips the helmet off my head, sending it spinning 20 feet away. I held the clutch to stop the bike from jutting forward and caught it as it fell over, saving any damage. I back the bike back in the garage, put in N, get off the bike and in absolute fury walk towards the arm with every intention of tearing it clean off the box housing when the security guy just happened to be there and saw it all. Instead of killing the garage arm, I switch course and retrieve my helmet and go back to my bike.
They were very good about it though, he was 100% concerned with me and the bike and I told him I was tired and losing my **** and I needed to just go home and would let him know what was busted in the morning.
Came in this morning and they had already opened a full investigation report, the entire building admin was aware and had reviewed (and probably chuckled) at the incident and it was clearly a gate malfunction. No damage to the bike but they were more than happy to pay for a new helmet to replace the one that was ragdolled by the psychotic gate arm.
Needless to say, by the time I got home, I barricaded the doors and windows and huddled under the covers until Tuesday rolled around.
F*** Monday.
Dan