For many of us, motorcycle maintenance is a Zen art. It brings us into a meditative state, one often influenced by the smell of gasoline and the occasional drinking with a comrade. It’s a time for reflection and bench racing. A time to ruminate about the philosophy of speed. But even with all the enjoyment they can bring, motorcycles can be temperamental bastards. Yes, I said it. If you have a fascination with vintage, you know it can sometimes take on a mind of its own and have a power that could only be rivaled by a woman scorned. To help you get through it, I’d like to take this chance to spread a few opinions, a few facts, and a lot of philosophy on a dark and often unspoken topic.…