I had quite a long day today. My dad and I visited his friend's property so they could show me the latter's garage/workshop, and then my dad dropped me off at the #motorcycle dealer where my Ninja had just had its annual service taken care of (as well as swapping in a fresh tire for the rear). The lead mechanic said that my front tire was also to the wear mark and that they could quickly swap in a new tire while I waited a little longer. It seemed to go smoothly, but shortly after I left on my Ninja, warning lights started going off like crazy, the quickshifter deactivated, and there was steam coming up from the engine area, so I had to turn around to have them look into it.

It turns out, the (new) mechanic mistakenly put the front wheel on the wrong way around, so the ABS sensor was causing the ECU to freak out. (It's pretty easy to put it the wrong way since the bike has dual disc brakes.) Flipping the wheel around and resetting that error code wasn't enough, though: they had to run a diagnostic to find the other error code to clear (also caused by the ABS sensor confusing the ECU). I ended up being there for something like two hours.

I honestly wasn't bothered by it. The rain was really bad the first time I headed out from the dealer, and it had significantly decreased by the time I left the second time. I also had a good time chatting with the guys on the sales floor. One of them (who used to work at the Triumph dealer where I bought my Bonneville) talked about how much he loved introducing people to motorcycles and helping them form new memories and experiences with them. The other guy had lots of fun motorcycle stories to tell, and good advice for dirtbike riding out in the forest. I could tell that both of them were very passionate about their work.