Owners manual says do a proper “Run-In”. It elaborated: don’t rev over 7500rpm before 600 miles.
PONY390 had his official KTM-dealer First Service at 450 miles. All OEM-approved fluids. All OEM-trained techs. Gluten-free. Non-GMO.
2 weeks later, PONY390s engine blew out at
822 miles. (1322 km)
Now that I reflect back upon things, I remember hearing a clatter-y sound leaving my pit at Summit Point Main back in October. I took him back to T & A at Service.
$119 later they said Tech GG replaced the rubber joiner thing that links the 2 pieces of the plastic radiator grill-work. Problem solved.
Except when I took him back to the track it seemed that not all the rackety-clackety clatter-noise had disappeared. I let it go.
“They know better than I do. “
And now that I think back on it, it seems the original noise I heard exiting out at Summit Point had a more metal-on-metal angular jar to it at the time.
Today, Sunday, 18 November, I showed Equestrian the warranty online. It does not rule out track use, only
“competition”
pimping your bike out for money-making, illegal mods, hookers & blow, andor the wrong fuel.
Nonetheless, I’m sure the angular blond Ohio State Buckeye Boy from KTM NA is smarter than I am and has a water-tight getaway car idling outside the front door of the gay brothel around the kimchi corner over there in Little Korea where ECMS stands out like an Aryan sore thumb.
Bulldog told me to slip his guy a twenty and scrape all the tape & stickers off my Ready2Race scooter.
This would require an investment in time & money just to lipstick the pig.
He’s got too many bruises, his
1. 1 good knee is skinned,
2. L rearset is only wired on,
3. R turn signal is snapped off.
4. L slider bobbin has half his skull sanded off.
5. L engine cover is road-rashed,
6. his 2 remaining tires have incriminating & unsightly pustules of balled-up rubber and feather-frayed cold-tear edges
I wake up from a nightmare-ridden nap with a pool of drool in my socket set. In my nap, ECMS Problem-Child-Fixer Big Biggie took a look at PONY390. I paraphrase from dream-land:
“You fuck. KTM will revoke my Good Citizen Kard and hurl me below to the bowels of Unter-Mensch Austrian purgatory if I use the word “warranty” in the same quantum-split-second that I show them your little 2-wheel dumpster fire. “
In related news, I decided not spend the hours-plus it would take to
“sanitize”
PONY390 today. I have decided not to remove traces & evidence of track use. Loud & proud we are, PONY390 & me.
I have therefore loaded & plan to take PONY390 to ECMS tomorrow and ask very very obsequiosly for an estimate for repair of my fine Bollywood/OctoberFest steed and praying out of our bad bad ways.
“Your money’s not welcome here. “
Before my sticker shock fibrillations subside, I’ll go back, sheepishly retrieve my special little snowflake dumpster fire and cart PONY390 in his little ducati-red wood-paneled wheelbarrow over to Brett at 2-Wheel Performance and ask for papal dispensation for my Lutheran little ragamuffin-moto.
Thereafter, I’ll buy stock in NGK to support the 2-spark-plug-a-day habit required to talk newly-autistic PONY390 off the anger-management ledge & get him to unclamp his lips from the bittermilk nipple that is the only play-toy tit remaining from his foreshortened child-hood and grand-thefted Run-In Period.
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