Yesterday, I performed my final electrical project on the Island and then was able to spend a couple of hours cruising the Cape Cod Canal during a beautiful sunset and enjoyed the laughter of friends.
People seem to enjoy life!
Of course they do. There are moments in our lives when all is well and the only concerns we have are simple decisions; shall I order a pitcher of beer to go with the pizza or diet pepsi with lime? Perhaps my friends are vegetarians and I really don't need the sausage and cheese on flat dough. Bell peppers and onions with extra garlic will be great! Pepsi, definately Pepsi...
I made a choice. My freedom allows me this luxury at this point in my life. What about the people, millions of people who are not as lucky as us? I think about them all of the time. And I feel a bit guilty, to be honest. I had one slice of the large pizza. The rest went into the refrigerator to enjoy later.
Who will die in the next week from starvation? Not me, as I have plenty. I am blessed with so many forms of freedom. There is a burning deep inside of me to share what I have with those less fortunate. Not only in material things, but in knowledge as well. If one person's life can be saved by simply speaking to them, and more importantly, listening to their needs and feeling, life, for both individuals can and will be better.
(I almost put an exclamation point after that last sentence, but changed it to a period. That statement seemed a bit normal in my daily routine.)
Back to the tour, with Mozi sitting in a state of scattered parts, metric nuts and bolts neatly placed on an old table cloth as soldiers standing at attention waiting for their orders. Their mission is to keep these various parts of an Italian Motorcycle in working order and to assure no one steps out of line on this 15,800 mile march for Freedom.
End wrenches and sockets will be put to use today in the assembly of my chariot. I woke around 3:20 this morning with thoughts of torque specifications, valve clearance numbers, how many quarts of oil to buy for the temporary use during the three vital break-in periods. 3.25 quarts per changing multiplied by three equals a little less than ten. Retorque the head bolts after each run; the first period of 3-5 miles, the second period will be 10-20 miles and the final run will be a vigorous 150 miles. After Mozi has made it this far and not showing signs of regecting these transplanted parts from a donor Guzzi, I will reward her with 3.25 quarts of the real deal 20w-50 organic motor oil. That's right, organic oil for a motorcycle! Only the best for Mozi...
My final thoughts with less than 28 hours to go: can I accomplist the tasks listed above as well as removing the transmission to replace the rear main seal? Will there be enough daylight today to shed some light on the recent discovery of damaged cylinder walls and pitted pistons?
I say yes! As I sit alone on this ferry boat which will take me to the island to attempt the challenge I am putting together a music mix to keep me focused and offer the ratchet a chance of Tool Karaoke.
I still have to pack?
Mozi on...
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