What's on my kitchen counter?
January 3, 2009
It's that time of year again.

To look on the bright side of winter, I get about 3 months to heal my body
from the other 9 months of racing. I also get some down time to restore my
aging fleet of dirt bikes to competition form. This winter is the first in 4 years
that I have all my worldly possessions under one roof, making it much more
comfortable to disassemble my KX250 down to its frame. It's a lot more fun
to do this in a 2-car garage whose interior temperature only hits freezing when
it's 7 below zero outside (and that's nothing a kerosene heater can't take care
of). No way do I miss that storage unit in the Chicago 'burbs.

So after 3 years of racing the KX250, it was time to clean and inspect every
component. Most of this had already been done, leaving what my
brother-in-law Brian described as a "motorcycle in a box":
I don't normally put more than 3 seasons on a dirt bike, but I've sworn off all
major purchases until I no longer own real estate in Chicago. That could be
awhile, so I'm prepared to go another year with the KX250. And why not? Th
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bike has been flawless (wood being knocked as I type this).

What's left is the
complete engine resting comfortably on my kitchen counter,
slated for a thorough cleaning and inspection
this week. And why do that
in
side the garage, when my kitchen counter is so convenient (and warm)? I'll
tell you why: it's a rented apartment.
There is, however, a flipside to this
logic. Right now there's a guy in Chicago, renting a sweet condo owned by
yours truly, who may just be thinking the same thing.....