Who says you can never go home.
Skeet range, Short trips, and two lane saunters are the extent of my pedal time so far this summer. Meade Hall and Mountain time keep nudging to the front of the feeding line keeping 2.0 on the hind tit. After moving the patio furniture outdoor earlier, the House Frau and self appointed Dictator for Life wants me to tidy up BG.
Deciding a rainy day was my target of opportunity I moved 2.0 over to the storage bld. Had to cover up the headlights and coax him in using a fresh can of octane boost.
I did avoid a potential situation with the garage door. The mule is wearing a slightly taller shoe and sporting a soft top vice the original HT. The lighter stance took some of the weight off of the OME’s adding even more height. Had to break out the tape measure to verify I could safely navigate the opening.
I don’t get to say this very often but, I squeaked him in with an inch to spare.
So, the mule is “home” for the first time in some time. I even wained a little nostalgic when I realized it wasn’t 10* F and the glare from the dual shop light wasn’t flash blinding me.
Probably going to leave it tucked away until the BG meets Ms Revenges white glove approval.
I think I found the source of the occasional petrol fumes. Good opportunity to take on some exploratory surgery and avoid a potential environmental disaster in the BG.