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I attended a wonderful wedding recently in the Bunya Mountains between two friends of mine, and it was lovely. The ride to and from there was less than fun, however.

I can handle:

• A four hour bike ride, that’s easy.
• Five or six kilometres of fist-sized gravel on a sports bike.
• The seals on my front master cylinder deciding to refuse to  live up to their name.

What I can’t handle is the terrible state of back-country Queensland roads and ending up with incredibly sore wrists by the time I was half way home.

In other news, Kawasaki wins again on the parts front – went down to TeamMoto’s big warehouse store at Springwood and ordered a rebuild kit for the master cylinder ($93) and a replacement seal for the top ($25ish).

The three-brake-line system that the bike runs as standard needed replacing because the lines were bulging even under light braking situations.  I found a local manufacturer called HEL Performance and I have ordered some from for the reasonable sum of $160 delivered.

I’d highly recommend them because they allow you to choose from a variety of colours for both  the lines and the fittings and have a massive back-catalogue of supported bikes with their associated configurations of lines. I have chosen to go with a more race-like dual-line setup which runs a line for each caliper directly to the master cylinder. This configuration allows for more direct feedback and improved performance along with reduced parts count and ease of bleeding.

Good idea: Walking for fitness to lose weight.
Bad idea: Walking to Sushi Train.

Good idea: Not wearing shoes as it’s better for your feet.
Bad idea: Not wearing shoes as I twist my feet when I walk and developed two nice fat blisters last night.

New boots for my trip to the snow Got them for $69.95 – I can’t remember the last time I got shoes so cheap, I love having size fifteen feet

Found them at DFO up the back hidden in a pile of “seconds” in the corner – nothing wrong with them, just they were old stock!

As I was leaving the carpark tonight on my bike I was going down the ramp as the carpark chicky was going up to leave… you could see the “oh fuck, cmon” on her face which is fair enough. She said something about not having change, and knew there was no way I was going to pay five times the bike rate, so … I said “you didn’t see me.”

After a second or so of blank stare, she said “yeah, that’s right, have a good night!”

I’m a fucking JEDI!

It’s perfectly normal to hear “man bikini cafe” when someone says “lamborghini cafe” right? Oh bother.