Explanation from my friend and fellow Bastard Chris Rizzo, the unfortunate owner of the hand in the images below.
"wed nite about 10:30. I was doing some carb tuning on ye ole' 900 ss, making adjustments and cruising around my hood. I stop at the signal at 12th and morrison, and the Italian stallion is idling a bit high. ........she's runnin a little bit hot tonight, i can barely see the road from the heat comin' off,.. ease the seat back, reach down between my legs for the idle adjust screw.......WHACK.
oh shit. lift my hand up and see a bloody mangled mess. fingers filleted open and bent every which way but the right way. bikes still running though, so i drop her into gear and ride home. i grab the least greasy rag, drape it over my meat paw and jump in my truck. Four hours later in the ER the hand specialist comes in and says, 'holy shit'. Not a comforting reaction. Up to the operating room to remove my ring finger and the end of my middle finger. The OR is brand new and is equipt with a bumpin' sound system, unfortunately though the doctor happens to like Pink Floyd......
so two days later my bloody stumps and i are home with a fat stash of medical grade narcotics. My bike looks like the Bologna Chainsaw Massacre: a good splattering of blood, some finger meat scattered around the motor, and the belt for the vertical cylinder is completely derailed. Needless to say that probably bent a couple valves on my freshly built head :("
Listening to Weezer - Pork and Beans
3 comments:
The mark of the true Ducatisti, you poor sod!
Hairpin valves in a Manx Norton were unforgiving too....
ouchy!
That is SO cool!
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