Whenever I do something for the first on bike, car, or truck, I go on YouTube. I like watching what others do what I am about to do. I find it both ensitefull and entertaining. I've changed my tires and after doing it several times I found to hell with it, one shop charges $30 per wheel when I bring the tire in, so I still remove the wheel. Hardest part is doing the tire from the wheel and I'm 71, so don't need to sweat 2 hours to save $30.
I have a Prius with a blown head gasket. Or had. After what a person had to go through to replace it. I paid to have the engine replaced instead. If I had to replace gaskets a lot, it's worth the leaning experience, but to do all that the one time, not worth it.
Changing oil, plugs, shaft oil, brake fluid. Simple but still good to watch on YouTube. When I got my 2006 VTX1800C the master cylinders needed cleaning. The bike had only 5,000 miles, and that was 01/01/2019 and now has 25,656. I wonder what the hell the two previous owners were doing and why they bought the bike at all. And I haven't even left California yet. I also have a 2002 Honda ST1100 and I trade off riding each. Bought the ST on 01/01/2016 and it had 38,851 miles and now has 88,051 miles. But I enjoy the VTX more. But the 170 mile on a tank of gas versus the 300 mile range on the ST means something. My daughter asked me to come up and pick her up to ride along side my niece and her husband and told me to bring (ST is red and VTX is black with the flames on the tank and fenders) not the old man bike. Turns out, I see old guys riding V-Twins all the time, and I think the ST, a sport Touring bike, is what she was referring to. Turns out she wanted the the VTX. Go figure. I said why didn't she tell me the color of the bike. She only sees the reddish flames on the tank and fenders, doesn't know diddly from a V-4 and a V-Twin. My daughter. My fault. I have a 33 year old son and a 35 year old daughter, but my daughter will crawl under the car with me on my car or truck, my son nada. He only went under with me when working on his car. Needless to say, I helped my daughter buy a car, my son didn't get a car from me.
I guess I'm rambling drinking a beer in a hotel lounge.
Go vroom vroom.