Weather...or not...

It's a little odd to have 80 degree days in March, not unheard, of, just odd, but when it drops back down to the 40's, it tends to be a true joy-buster. Today is the first day of trout season. A gloomy cold day (as it kinda should be in March, but still), and though the trout were released eleven days ago, they were feisty.


Not fishing last year was difficult. Little disposable income meant no fishing license. They do cost 32.50 now with the trout stamp, which is more than the budget would allow.

But this year, a little silver scooter will be parked by the edge of the road while its owner trudges along the edge of a local trout stream or two.

Who knew?

Motorcycle and scooter repairs and maintenance can seem daunting at times. When it comes down to brass tacks, they aren't as bad as they seem on the surface.

Hopefully one doesn't run over any brass tacks while riding either.

As mentioned in the previous posting here, there was a little excitement when the Kymco's brakes gave out on an excursion in the middle of February. As per the suggestion of my mechanic friend and the folks at Trans-Am, new brake fluid was purchased and the job of emptying and refilling the brake system commenced. A total of five screws needed to be removed (three from the plastic cowling covering the handlbars, and two from the brake fluid reservoir), a tube was placed on the bleeding valve (fish tank tubing worked fine with a little stretching), and the valve was opened.

After some vigorous pumping of the brake lever, the old fluid (a deep amber color like a better beer, but I wouldn't want to drink it) emptied into the catch pan, and new fluid was poured into the reservoir and pumped through until there were no more bubbles coming out the other end. The reservoir cap was replaced and the brakes now work as they are supposed to.

Now my truck sits in the driveway looking forlorn while I once again motor back and forth to work on two wheels...steering clear of any brass tacks.