The bike's horn is on it's way out. Rather than sending forth an intimidating "F off" to intruding cages, the horn, as it currently exists, sounds like a meek apology for being so bold as to even attempt sharing the roadways. This would not do.
I did a bit of research on horn replacements and ordered one from a US Made company. It arrived in the mail on Friday. Awesome! Saturday; I would do the install!
Saturday arrived and it was a very cold, very gray day. I ventured out into the garage to get a feel for things, but quickly ventured back to the warmth inside the house. F it, I thought. It's gonna warm up next week, I'll do it then.
What has happened to me? Choosing warmth and comfort (and delays) over necessary bike work in the cold? I must truly be getting old.
I apologize for my transgression and vow to do the fix at the next opportunity I get.
Ride Hard, Stop Being A Pussy.
(If it helps, I did ride in this morning!)
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