The result of a million years of evolution.

I pulled the Bandit carbs last night — I wanted to see if cleaning the main jets would solve the “farting brown smoke” problem. I got the carbs out, the float bowls disassembled, the jets cleaned, the carbs reassembled, and everything put back into the bike in record time. I was quite proud of myself.

This morning, I was walking through the garage and saw, sitting lonely on the shelf, a sad little plastic orange float.

Rarrr! >:O How in god’s name did I manage to NOT PUT A FLOAT back into a carb? I swear, it’s a miracle I can feed and dress myself.

At least now I have something to do tonight….

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