The whole bolt issue might have stopped my progress in one arena but not in others. I decided it was time to take off the carburetor and clean the little guy. For some reason, I decided to take the tank and seat off (as well as other things). Lizzy is looking a little sickly without her clothes on. Poor girl.
I think of the carb as something like a the heart of the bike. It controls the amount of fuel and air mixture that goes into the cylinder on each intake. Thing is, I couldn't shake the vision of Indiana Jones in the Temple of Doom - you know - that scene where the guy gets his heart ripped out by the evil shaman? Except I am the evil shaman. Check out the vital organ in my murderous hands.
Honestly Lizzy, everything is going to be OK... I think.
