What a difference a day...

I was due to leave today for the motorcycle ride back to Missouri on the Triumph, but...

Returning from San Miguel, the speedometer needle went erratic, then hyper, then spun itself to death. A hundred miles later, the odometer followed suit. So I stopped in to the Scottsdale dealer and they agreed to replace it under warranty. Last Saturday, I rode down to have the new one installed, but it turned out that they had ordered the wrong speedo. They appologized and agreed to sell me a new back tire at a friendly price and install it for free in light of my long trip from Prescott - two hours.

Last night, the service writer left a message that the parts had not yet arrived. This morning, I awoke to two inches of snow and more coming down. So maybe no departure today. It continued to snow all morning and into early afternoon, but with no accumulation. Frustrated, I just stewed about all day eating breakfast and lunch out as I had already cleaned out the refrigerator.

At noon, I called the dealer and left a message to return my call and learned that they are open seven days a week, a ray of hope as most dealers are closed Sunday and Monday, which would put me two days behind. At four, the writer returned my call. The tire arrived as well as the speedo and cable and could I make it in tomorrow at noon. Then the snow stopped!

No sunshine yet, but it can't be far behind.

Keep the faith! Otto

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