Let me just start off by saying »Aaaarrrrrggggghhhh!!!!!«

Finished dinner. Went out to work on the bike. I was humming along, got the transmission degreased, cleaned the oil off the clutch cover and pressure plate.

Then I took the new clutch disk out of the box and started to put the
clutch assembly together… What the? The new clutch disk is about one inch smaller in diameter than the old one! Damn it.

The part numbers are one digit off. The one I want is 21 21 1 464 795.

The one I have is 21 21 1 464 796. The part number on the packing list is the right one, so who ever filled the order grabbed the wrong part.

And Bob’s BMW is closed until Tuesday.

I can’t do anything else on the bike without the clutch disk. Okay,
I guess that’s not quite true. I could put the fuel pump and filter
in. Maybe I’ll do that tomorrow.

But I really wanted to get the rear end back together and take the
forks apart and I can’t do that until I have a clutch disk.

Crap. I was hoping to maybe get it back on the road on Monday. Now
it’s going to be at least another week. The soonest I’ll get a
clutch disk is Thursday.

Guess if I was really smart, I’d go check all the other parts out.

With a gin and tonic in my hand. That sounds really good right now

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