On Thursday I replaced the front brake pads on my motorcycle. It was the first even slightly serious mechanical thing I'd fixed, repaired, or serviced on a motorcycle or car in a few years. It felt good. Really good. It felt so good that, when the pistons on my brake caliper didn't retract the way they should've, I removed and dismantled the brake caliper and then lubricated it, cleaned it, replaced it, and bled the brakes. All by my damn self! It was pretty awesome.
My career as a computer scientist hasn't really given me too many opportunities to seriously work with my hands, and it's something I've always enjoyed. I studied auto tech in high school and my last motorcycle only saw a mechanic if something deadly serious was going wrong with it. This bike will be no different. I took her to Chewie's to get the front fork seals replaced and the front tyre, but that'll be it. As soon as I can afford the couple more specialized tools I need to do a full tune-up. I'll also need to hit up my storage unit because not having all of my tools is killing me.
I actually really miss working on cars and bikes. In high school I maintained my own 1989 Mitsubishi Sigma, owned and kept alive/restored a 1974 Volkswagen Superbeetle; in college I maintained the hell out of a 1986 Honda CB450SC motorcycle then owned a 1971 Mercedes-Benz 300SD with a greasecar conversion. I love working on cars and bikes. I'm looking forward to doing more of it in the very near future. If anyone has a lead on a late 60s or early 70s Karmann Ghia, let me know. I'll see y'all on the open road, space cadets.