RoCkInG The Boat!

		Thursday, January 24, 2008
		How I Hate To Be Late, Hurts My Motor To Go So Slow I broke the throttle cable on "Little Nellie" over the weekend (second one since I bought her), and had to wait until Tuesday to pick up a new one from the dealer. Installing it was a piece of cake, even on a dark side street, and I managed the whole affair in about a half-hour, then drove "Red Dwarf" back home, hoofed it over the hill to where "Nellie" was parked, and brought her home. When I went out to go to work yesterday morning, the cable was completely jammed - no give at all, from either end - and after about 45 minutes of fiddling with it, I finally gave up. When I got home from work last night, it was loose again, leading me to the conclusion that there must be some moisture in the sleeve that covers the cable, and that it had frozen solid overnight (temps have been down in the teens & twenties the past couple evenings). I drove it to my rehearsal last night, and got a couple of mild admonishments from cast members who are also bike owners, basically warning me that, if the outside temps are cold enough to freeze a throttle cable, they're cold enough to freeze lots of other things, including standing water, and that it's not really a good idea to be driving on two-wheels under those kinds of conditions. This morning was a repeat of yesterday: the throttle wouldn't budge, so I had to drive "Red Dwarf" two days in a row. Fortunately, I recently discovered the covered parking garage next to our building where we rent stalls is just tall enough for me to clear the overhanging pipes and whatnot, so I can at least get it inside and not have to worry about finding limited street parking. But, I guess I've learned that lesson: no more scooting in below-freezing temps. Labels: Scooters, Theatre, VW's, Work Posted byCOMTE on 11:18 AM

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