Kookoo for Koko Knuck ! ! !

It's been nearly a year and a half since the last time I rode the knuckle.  I can't remember what rally I came home from but the weather had broken and it was gorgeous out.  I grabbed up the ol' lady and threw her on the back of the bike and we headed off to the annual Shriner's swap meet here in Phx.  On the ride home, I felt like the bike was lacking in its normal power and I heard a funny noise in the lower end.  The last thing I wanted to do was blow up my knuckle so I parked it.  When I had the time and the space to take a good look at her I would, very first time.  Well I'm sure many of you had said the same thing.  I'll get right around to that and never do.  My garage looks as if a bomb blew up in it and shit is everywhere.  I still have tools spread all over from the renovation work on the house.  I am horrible at losing parts when I take something apart and don't put it back together immediately, so I held off on doing anything.  Of course we ran in to some big time money troubles like so many others have in this suck ass economy and my mistress sat in a dark garage, lonely and un-ridden.  Each time that I went in to the garage to get something or to pull out another bike, I would touch the bars or the tank and tell her that I loved her and promise that one day soon, I'll be riding her again.  Well I could not take the thought of her sitting in that garage any longer. It was time for Koko to fire back to life.  Today was the day!  I didn't know what to expect, she usually makes me pay dearly for ignoring her.  Sturgis, here we come!  See you all at the Broken Spoke!