It started off as any oddah normal day wit da exception of leaving earlier to fill up gas - da sun was up, blue skies and da air cool - wat more could you ask for to start da day?
Well, I guess, dat was too much cause aftah filling up gas and making da big rounding turn on da Pearl City on-ramp, I approached da straight-away and da rest is just a fast forward blur.
It couldn't have been more than 5 seconds into da straight-away as I was accelerating then all I heard was BANG and da bike started to shake! My first thought was a tire blow out but then I saw a puff of smoke and felt some heat on my lower left leg. Da rear wheel was locking up and I knew it was bad.
Whether it be Da Man Upstairs or just experience, I didn't panic (much) and kept as cool as I could be (besides my leg heating up). My main concern was trying to keep from laying da bike down and avoid getting run ovah. Luckily, by da graces of da powahs dat be, I was able to. There was a steady trail of oil behind me, a small pool of oil below da stood up bike and oil on my brand new pants.
As I dragged da bike (rear wheel locked) to da side of road (which is hard to do when one wheel doesn't want to roll) and had it leaning against da guardrail (can't put da kickstand down cause da angle of da road), I then realized dat I nevah have my phone.... cause I left it at work! Ugh! I watched hundreds of vehicles pass by as I was hoping dat one of them would be FSP (Freeway Service Patrol) which it did..... and kept going.
I can't fault him though as he was in da middle lane and couldn't cross ovah three lanes quick enough - as well as being unsafe - but I did manage to make eye contact with him so I figgah'd he'd call it in. As I was waiting, anoddah motorcyclist (in military fatigues) pulled ovah and let me use his phone. Da next truck arrived aftah some time and hooked up da bike, I asked him if he was able to make a U-turn and take da bike home since it was less than a mile away from wea we was (FSP is able to tow off da freeway for a limited distance) and since technically he would still be on da freeway.
Instead of being about a mile away, it ended up being dropped off at Aiea Elementary about four miles away. Oh well, part of da situation so I sucked it up and rolled with it. I still tink FSP is one of da greatest programs brought to da Oahu!
So now wit time to spare as I waited for my mother-in-law to pick me up, I was able to take a closer inspection of da bike and saw......... a HOLE in da engine block.
Wassup Wit Dat!
Da casing next to da gear box literally punched a puka da size of a half dollah and for da life of me, I have NEVAH seen an engine case "blow up"! Moreso a motorcycle block which is made specifically to handle da high rev/high temp demands of da design. How it blew up I will nevah know as da engine obviously had enough oil and it wasn't overheated since I just started out da morning and there weren't any indications of a pistion out of sync but for it to even of happened has to be about a one in a million chance. Of course, I'm dat "1".
Now all I got is a 450 - well, 442lb - piece of metal sitting in my garage which can't even be used as a papah weight.
Yes, I'm alive, no one's hurt but now I have to deal wit da residual fact dat I have no ride to work. Oh well, such is da life of a WWD! blogger.
As if da first two hours of da morning wasn't enough, aftah getting re-ready to head back out to work, I picked up my keys and da multi-tool dat was attached to it broke to pieces - da multi-tool literally scattered to multiple places.