Dammit.

See that tarp? That's where Diana's been for eight months now. Yeah, I suck. Life got in my way. So, I figured it was time to kick ass and piece the girl back together. Simple, right?

Yeah, you know how my luck runs by now.

So, we pull off the tarp to find her mutilated body... :(


...and proceed to work. First thing I figured on doing was the new fork springs I ordered from HyperPro. So I boost up the front on my super-high-tech bike stand...

...and take off the handlebars, only to find that I can't get the damn forks apart. The arrangement doesn't look anything like the shop manual, and all the top plug does is spin and spin and spin. Fuck me.

So I crank up the spring preload, put the bars back on, and start in on the front wheel. The speedometer crapped out on my last ride, so I ordered another drive unit. Well, the unit might have been part of the problem, but it wasn't the whole problem.
Ouch. The collar is chewed to shit. So, back to the computer to order a new one. Further bulletins if I can ever manage to get anything done.