I had a bunch of requests to copy this here from the "spark plugs for the wrencheless"
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10/08/09 4:27 PM
If and when I get to the magic Change Spark Plug mileage threshold I have the easiest yet method to change plugs (this is detailed at current college freshman level, so stay with me):
a) go to Mad Kaw dealer you trust (or mechanic who fully understands "righty tighty, lefty loosie")
b) bring plugs if you're financially challenged
c) hand bike keys to barely-hominid behind the service counter. leave location c) for home
d) wait.... wait... wait... for the call from c) above. once the magic call is received:
e) return to location outlined in a)
f) pick up service gouge sheet from hominid mentioned in c)
g) go to the parts department run by pimply faced 18 year old, or shop owner's 18 year old almost-attractive daughter (except for the waistline that matches the number of states in the U.S. inch-wise, and the REALLY unfortunate mustache thing)
h) the hard part.. hand over LOTS of Ben Franklins (unless you print them yourself which can have unexpected legal ramifications)
i) return to location outlined in c)
j) show the receipt to hominid mentioned in c)
k) wait for owner's 12 year to disappear in the back. Hear sounds of engine coming to life. Hear sudden engine roar. hear the sound of Dearly Beloved get revved to 9 gazillion RPM on a cold engine (the kid's too short to reach the ground while sitting on Dearly Beloved and as he falls off the side grabs the throttle and jerks it WFO. Just after he snicks it 1st gear.
l) hear the sudden screech as the bike rolls forward off the center stand and the rear wheel spinning at warp 9 makes contact with the pavement.
m) listen to the engine and the kid a) wail and b) get fainter as both disappear out the back door of the shop.
n) hear the sudden scrEEECH! of traffic suddenly stopping to watch a red meteor appear in the intersection, to suddenly end in a mailbox waiting somewhere (by a miraculous coincidence)DIRECTLY at the end of the ballistic trajectory.
-sudden silence.
o) shakily walk through the shop to see: Dearly Beloved wrapped around said mailbox and 4 cars sitting in the intersection, bumpers pointing at various directions of the compass.
p) fade to black as screams of: anguish (yours) and laughter (everybody else) erupt.
q) for those who hung in and are still reading this: this episode was taken from a shop I worked at in Spokane, Washington in the early seventies.
r) the bike was actually a '72 S-2 Kaw triple.
s) Thank GOD I was a read-only parts guy/spectator-
t) hmm.. maybe I'll change my own plugs again, stick coils and all...
