It's funny now, so here it goes, I'll embarrass myself for your amusement.

How many times have I changed the Valkyrie's oil? Could look in my records and find out, but without doing that I'll just say more than a few times.

Like most of you, that's not to mention the countless times I've successfully accomplished this routine maintenance task on various makes and models of cars, trucks, tractors, mowers and other small engines over the years going back to when I was a teenager. I've had used oil run down my arm and even more get on the driveway or ground while trying to maneuver containers or transferring from pans to jugs etc.
This one caught me by surprise.
I've changed oil while the bike was on the lift, on previous occasions, while doing other work or cleaning. This time, like most, the bike was resting on it's tires and side stand on my concrete garage floor. Warmed up, wrench, catch pan, rags, funnel, new oil and filter gathered up and ready.

With drain plug and filter removed and the used oil slowing to a drip it's time to stand the bike upright for a few minutes to let gravity have it's effect on the oil in the left side of the engine.
Due to a lesson learned from another embarrassing moment in the garage. (used to stand next to the bike and move it around the garage with the handle bars. Until once, failing to realize the kickstand had gone up, I laid the bike down on the left engine guard)

So this time I'm sitting in the seat holding the bike upright with my legs. Less tiring too...
NOT being like a millennial addicted to social media... however, why waste those minutes picking my nose. The phone comes out to see who's posting about the upcoming rides or if DDT has a new chapter in the life and times of the great adventurer.
I'm sitting there looking down at my phone when something catches my eye... moving underneath the bike and between my feet. What the heck is that?? No way, It can't be!

Looking like hot fudge sundae sauce there's a puddle oozing out from under the pegs on both sides. Oh man, if that gets under my feet it's gonna get real slippery. A quick dismount...
Fortunately it came to mind almost immediately that I have what's left of a 20 some odd pound container of kitty litter close at hand in the garage. (from when one of my front forks dumped it's fluid years ago) Hey, I left one of those little gardening shovels in the container, that's handy. Down on my hands and knees rapidly building a levy around the perimeter to stop the spread. That's what they do with the big spills in the ocean right?


Obviously the pan wasn't in the right position. Still not sure where I screwed up.

Did the bike move while I was getting on it, did I bump the pan getting my stuff ready or just not account enough for the drain shifting slightly (it's not on the center line). Doesn't really matter... what's next? Well this is going to take longer than normal. I think I just lost my position on the pit crew. Demoted back down to taking out the garbage and sweeping. Hey, I wonder if I've got enough kitty litter to sweep up this whole mess? Only one way to find out.

I keep shoveling and buried the whole spill. With some left over for what I hope is never the next time.
While that soaked in I needed to put the new filter on and refill the engine because I didn't want to do the refill on the slope of the driveway. Plus, it will be easier to get a proper clean up with the bike out of the way.
Sidebar for some personal nostalgia...
I'm one of those that use a beer can as an oil filter cover (I know it doesn't offer any worthy protection) it's just for the fun of it. I've been using the same one for years. It's from a local brewery called Quest. It was like my Cheers (tv sitcom). All the bartenders and staff knew me. I became friends with one of the owners. I'm still friends with some of the other people that hung out there. Unfortunately it was one of the casualties of 2020.



Back at Valdez... Using the little shovel I stirred the mess until it seemed like something that could be scooped up. I found my nasty ol whisk broom. Now where is my nasty old cracked dustpan? Oh well, Jill won't mind if use the brand new shiny one hanging in the house as long as I clean it up real good before I put it back, right?
That's some oily, sticky sh^t..uff. A second dose of litter. Rub that in real good. Now it's walkable without greasing up your soles. How am I gonna clean the wife's new dustpan. Don't want that in the sink or down the drain. Need something that'll cut through the oil. I know... brake cleaner.

It's not shiny anymore... more of flat black.
She hasn't noticed... so far
Hey, wasn't it like that when you bought it?

No birds, fish or seals were harmed during any of the events contained in this story. Any resemblance to any of your own maintenance mishaps is coincidental.