It seems like that was the process;

 

It goes back to when I was a kid. Between the Harley riders and the guys on the Limey Bikes. It was always, if you can start it, you can ride it.

I learned how to tickle a carb. Women love for that to this day

 

There is hope for me yet; I can't tickle a carb but I could wallop a crab.

Would that work you think? ....

 

Wallop a crab for a woman and she eats for a day. Teach her to pull crab pots and you get to wallop crabs for a lifetime.

It's a win/win

 

I like the plate on the tank. That was before they invented stickers.

Your wright, those older bikes remind me of they day when you though twice about shutting them off. Once they were running you didn't want to ruin a good thing.

 

I like the different oils for different climates thing. US spec Alfa Romeos in the early to late 70's came equipped, not with Webers, but a Spica mechanical fuel injection. They had an enrichment lever with settings for climate and the same type of oil advisement

Which reminds me of Missynet. Most of us run 20/50 to quiet the CC rattle but would you do that as far north as Finland? I here it gets mighty cold there

 

I have a fear of the woman who would be giving me crabs for the rest of my life......

 

Once was enough for me