Yeah, you read that right.
Getting ready to leave for the Cabot Trail tomorrow and I am checking my bike over today, inflating the tires, getting things loaded, checking the oil.
I find the oil low so I head into the garage and grab my funnel and jug. Stick funnel in. Pour oil. Stop pouring. Waiting for oil to stop dripping from funnel so I can pull it out.
Hornet flies into my face. I instinctively whack it.
Hornet flies into funnel, hits residual oil, flails about, and drops directly into the crankcase.
FFS. Hornet now swimming in crankcase.
I rush into the garage and retrieve my “grabber” tool and start fishing. The oil was warm so he didn’t last long and thankfully didn’t move far. Spent 10 minutes panicking and fishing (all while trying to hold me phone flashlight shining into the crank case so I could see what I’m doing ) before I finally successfully pick it out.
Well, hopefully that’s the only drama on the trip. Departing tomorrow morning around 4:30ish to go straight through to Moncton nonstop.
Getting ready to leave for the Cabot Trail tomorrow and I am checking my bike over today, inflating the tires, getting things loaded, checking the oil.
I find the oil low so I head into the garage and grab my funnel and jug. Stick funnel in. Pour oil. Stop pouring. Waiting for oil to stop dripping from funnel so I can pull it out.
Hornet flies into my face. I instinctively whack it.
Hornet flies into funnel, hits residual oil, flails about, and drops directly into the crankcase.
FFS. Hornet now swimming in crankcase.
I rush into the garage and retrieve my “grabber” tool and start fishing. The oil was warm so he didn’t last long and thankfully didn’t move far. Spent 10 minutes panicking and fishing (all while trying to hold me phone flashlight shining into the crank case so I could see what I’m doing ) before I finally successfully pick it out.
Well, hopefully that’s the only drama on the trip. Departing tomorrow morning around 4:30ish to go straight through to Moncton nonstop.