"It's that time of year once again, when the 555 zombie-takedown squad hits the streets, this time searching for a two-laner to Portland, Maine.
Yes boys and girls, keep your hands and feet inside the moving car and your eyes on the horizon, because they're coming. They are today's nomad. Modern day, do it yourself bikers out for nothing more than good times, a long ride, and in turn, delivering a caffeine addled, alcohol fueled cacophony of mechanical blasphemy to small town USA. Oh yes,"
Our social lives have taken a nose dive as we spend our nights in flourescent lit garages churning over ideas of how things can work. The smell of burning metal from grinders, sanders, and welders drift over beats from the juke box and the pervading wail of loud devices that can be used to destroy metal or shape it into a perfect piece.
JimmyB's bike is coming along nicely, right.
A little blurry and faded, but at 1am after a full day of work before starting to build, it honestly starts to look like this.
Glenn is tall.
Now here's a small, yet huge piece of the magic. All put together (I hope), I was missing 3 of the 4 needles and seats which play a huge role in the gas delivery. They are tiny. Located in the back of the shop is the "junk yard", a bunch of random parts and pieces of mostly Harleys that are for sale or free. I started digging with no hope that I would find not one, but three tiny needles for an old 70's CB500, which I'm finding out as I go, is a bit more rare than its cousin the 750 or even the 400. And then, like Charlie unwrapping the Golden Ticket to the Chocolate Factory, I found an air filter cover with tiny Japanese parts. In that, I found not one, but three brand new ones in little plastic bags. They were exactly what I was looking for.
I finally got them together and we were curious if my girl had it in her to run. I had serious doubts due to the amount of rust, dirt, and cobwebs that I found in every other part of the ol'girl. But the magicians began their surgery with spare wires, jumper cables, batteries, and years of experience with motorcycles.
Who needs that stuff.
No trouble here.