I allways forget, on hot days, why one should never wear shorts while working on your motor. Yep, Changing oil on the Bike, as one should, run the bike up to temperature before changing oil and after to get a complete drain and good fill up to the mid point mark on dip stick. Well after filling and running motor up to 180deg F on the oil, I shut the motor down, tossed over the leg and stood the bike upright and with a hiss and puff of steam my leg pressed firmlly aginst the pipe. Ouch, and a few choice words, checked the oil and level was OK. But the chrome still has a large piece of burnt skin stuck to it (2 inches by 3 inches). I looked at my leg and Whow, No Skin in the same spot I did 2 years ago. You think anyone would learn with pain and reward method. I guess you realy can not teach an old dog new tricks. I'm doomed to the same antics and tricks for the rest of my stay on this world.

RapidoRaptor

ouch man, that one hurts. We've all done it though.

Speaking of oil, mine needs a changing real soon...looks like another small project.

been there, done that, bought the band-aids. Do you find any solace in knowing that you are NOT alone in the dumbness? I suppose not. So far-cross my fingers-I have remembered since to hold that bare leg out wide. The well cooked hide is still on my pipe too.

That qualifies for an "Ouch Damn It!"
I say that from experience too...stll have scare from almost the exact same thing...

Ouch and Damn were not the four letter words that I used. Most were of Itialian desent and some American type creations. I can be very colorfull at times, if speach can have color.

Rapido

Oh...speach can have color.

I painted the neigborhood rainbox yesterday when I caught a couple of kids busting out my in-laws windows in their garage....picking up the shards and throwing them onto my car. The entire neighborhood had to be re-baptized after that.

I wouldn't have been so hard, but the harley is in there while we're moving.....'nuff said.

If that was my Harley in harms way, I'd be in jail now. No one messes with "Ms FatRide" (my harley). When the speach becomes jamed up (to many colorful things to say) then its time to act. But that is another story.

Rapido