Born in a barn?
No, but the Ducati project bike lived in one for the last decade or so, and this weekend I had ample evidence of that.
My goal for the weekend was to take the motor out, and I didn't quite get that far. However, I did spend a few minutes puttering with it in preparation for doing so. I removed the carburetor. Removed the ignition. Disconnected and removed all of the cables. Mostly removed the wiring harness.
Oh, and I spent an hour or two sanding rust off of spokes while I watched a movie. I'm now thoroughly convinced that spokes are the work of a particularly sadistic devil.
In order to remove the chain (which I didn't do) and one of the cables (which I did), I opened up the motor just a bit-- it was full of grass and weeds. I even had a pet spider.
Peeking inside makes me feel particularly incompetent-- it's full of thingies and whatchamacallits and whoozimawhatzits
