Losing my bearings – literally

It wasn’t the axle.  I didn’t know enough to do a proper differential diagnosis.  It was the bearings. Unsurprising, given my size and the punishment that gets dished out to the lovely bike.

There was something early on in “Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance” about people who want to learn how to do maintenance and those who think it’s “more efficient” to subcontract it out, rather than learn those skills.  I have been, too long, in the latter group.  But you can’t change the past, and beating yourself up about the past is mere narcissism.  It’s time to get out of the comfort zone and become an aspirant to the former category…

Watch this space…


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