Pulling into my driveway last night (after another long day at work), I saw there was a box by my back door. Oh boy! Could it be?
This was awesome news - a day early and everything! My bike's dash has looked like this for the past week and a half...
The poor thing looks like it's got a huge look of pained surprise on it's face.
As you can tell from the pic, there wasn't much daylight left. I went back and forth a few times; do I have enough light to get this done, do I not have enough light....F it, there's enough light...no, better to do it in full daylight...but I want tunes NOW...it's late, get going on dinner and leave the radio for daylight...
The voice of reason won out, and I backed the bike into the garage. I did open the box up and inspect the radio. I wasn't sure if I'd get my same radio back or not - the repair place claims to have a 2-day turnaround which seems pretty quick. Maybe they have repaired radios there that they just send out when a damaged one comes in?
Nope. Well, not in my case anyway. I'd put a discreet black marker mark on my radio and sure enough; there it was. Ok, not a problem - and it probably makes more sense to send back the original radio. That way, someone can't say they received a radio that wasn't there's, or had additional problems thant the one they sent in.
Anyway - it will get hooked up tomorrow morning. Just in time for me and Matty's ride in to Quincy for a charity event.
And speaking of that; the weather had been forecasting rain for tomorrow. But then 3 days ago, Matty said that he decided it wasn't going to rain. Guess what? The storm moved and now it's going to be sunny. That guy is good! So, I asked him to make sure I had good weather for my pig roast and he said absolutely - right after he lines up a winning lottery ticket and a supermodel girlfriend. Selfish bastard.
Ride Hard, Take Chances
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