Today, I’m gonna talk about something that’s been bugging me for a while – my dumb and dumber motorbike project. It all started when I got this crazy idea to modify my old motorbike. I thought it would be a fun weekend project. Turns out, it was anything but.
Getting Started
First off, I dragged the bike out of the shed. It was covered in dust and looked pretty sad. I gathered my tools – wrenches, screwdrivers, the usual stuff. I had watched a bunch of YouTube videos, so I felt pretty confident. I started by taking off the seat and the fuel tank. That was easy enough. But then came the tricky part.
The Hard Part
- I tried to remove the exhaust pipe, and man, those bolts were rusted tight. I struggled for hours, used a whole can of WD-40, and even yelled at them a bit. No luck. Finally, I decided to saw it off. Big mistake.
- Next up, the wiring. Oh boy, the wiring. The videos made it look so simple. “Just connect the red wire to the blue wire,” they said. But my bike had, like, a million wires, all different colors. I ended up cutting and splicing wires based on pure guesswork.
More Trouble
After messing with the wires, I tried to put the new parts on. I had bought a new exhaust, a fancy seat, and some cool-looking handlebars. But guess what? None of them fit right. I spent hours trying to make them work, bending metal, drilling new holes, and cursing a lot.
Putting It Back Together
Finally, I managed to get most of the new parts on. It looked kind of okay, but definitely not like the bikes in the videos. I reconnected the battery, turned the key, and held my breath. The engine sputtered, coughed, and then… died. Great.
Giving Up
At this point, I was ready to throw in the towel. I pushed the bike back into the shed, threw my tools on the ground, and collapsed on a chair. I realized I had bitten off way more than I could chew. It was a complete disaster.
The Aftermath
So, there you have it. My dumb and dumber motorbike project was a total failure. I wasted a ton of time, money, and energy, and all I got was a broken bike and a bruised ego. I learned a valuable lesson, though. Sometimes, it’s better to leave things to the professionals. Or at least, don’t trust everything you see on YouTube. Now, my bike is sitting in the shed, waiting for someone who actually knows what they’re doing. Maybe I’ll just stick to riding it the way it is. Or maybe I’ll just buy a new one.
