Following yesterday’s unfortunate events (I may have had a little bit of a head on collision with a van), a friend and I (
mainly entirely my friend) set about fixing the minor cosmetic damage to my motorbike. But before we go into that, let me tell you first how it happened.
While filtering down a busy road, which is motorcycle jargon for driving past all the traffic and generally ticking off every car driver on the planet, a van pulled out of a junction without seeing me. When I tried to stop my wonderful rear brakes had other plans, so I clipped him and fell to the floor. Thankfully, it was low speed, so I came out unharmed.
After declining a lift to the hospital from a passing ambulance (which was apparently carrying a patient already, I might add), I assessed the damage: bent clutch lever, slightly twisted gear lever, slightly bent footpeg, the usual.
So today, my friend twisted the gear lever back into shape with relative ease. He then set about applying heat to the bent clutch lever (with a toaster) to allow it to bend back straight; unfortunately it snapped, but a quick botch job with small chunks of metal and insulation tape saved the day.
Then came the footpeg. After applying a little force to it, it promptly snapped off. At first we assessed it was frame damage, which would mean a write-off (panic stations!) But me being the lucky little sod I am, it turned out to be a false alarm, and it could indeed be fixed. For now though, a botch job seems to have done the trick.
In order to make sure the bike is still ridable, a stroke of pure genius led my friend to drill a small hole in the rear footpeg bracket down by the engine, and install a large bolt to act as a makeshift footpeg. For what is blatantly a temporary fix, it’s surprisingly good – I’m even considering keeping it permanent because, while admittedly not visually appealing, it’s quite probably more well placed than the original footpeg.
A quick test ride showed that the plucky little soldier was still in perfect working order. Despite everything it’s been through, it is yet to let me down. I feel strangely like a proud father right now.
Now, we toast a job well done in front of the TV. Good times.