Old Bean

She's been sitting too long. It's time to revive the bug and get her rolling again. I made a promise to Darnel that it would be road worthy by August. I got a guy coming to look at her today. SO Psyched.

Oh, Spring is almost here. Super double psyched.

My new roommate

A friend of mine recently killed his motorcycle. The oil pump failed and it starved his engine of oil, thus seizing the motor. Being a BMW kinda guy, but owning a Kawasaki, he decided to wash his hands of it and sell it for really cheap. Being the same bike as mine, I had to step up and claim it. This bike has every mod or farkle that you could ever want to upgrade too. It has the shocks and suspension I was about to purchase. It has the happy trail hard bags that I've been drooling over. New muffler, steel braided lines, cruise control, PIAA lights, intense crash bars, and more.

Ultimately I will part the bike out and sell what I don't need. The only problem I have right now is that I have nowhere to put it. The crank case is exposed, so it can't get wet, so I can't leave it outside or in my collapsing mildew spider infested garage. Only logical place to put it...

A room in the house. Blakers is gonna be so happy.

Long time coming

Borrowed a garage for a couple weeks. Moto-entropy has been catching up with me so I am holed up in a condemned garage with little light and surprisingly little room because every few feet there's a ceiling leak from the pools of rainwater that have collected on the roof and are seeping in. It's a lot of water. Two of the ceiling rafters have buckled under the weight and are being held up with makeshift stilts … and to think of all those suburban garages crammed full of canned foods from Costco, Christmas decorations, and bikes that never see the light of day. There's no justice in this world.

From the top: carb cleaning and syncing, new steering stem bearings, new plugs, oil filter and change, new choke cable, new clutch cable, brake overhaul, dashboard lights, radiator flush, and finally: new-old fairings. Got a short list of other things I'd like to get done but it'll have to wait. Need to get the bike back to life for a trip in a few weeks.

Here's a few pics of the process.

Triad Ton-up

This past Sunday there was a "vintage" bike rally here in GSO. It was so totally rad. At one point 79 bikes were counted. There were a shit ton of cafe-d out bikes and some old triumph's. Here are some highlights. Aud's, I wish you had come out.

George with his first bike, a 1959 Puch with original 425 miles on it

This bike has been frankensteined from 4 different bikes.

Some crazy Harley? the saddle is sweet.

Keeping it simple and pure.

Awesome Triumph with a 5 ball on the shifter

single pipe on this Scrambler

An extinct Laverda from Italy. Pretty sweet.

This Beemer came rollin' in super stealthy. So quite.

Moto Guzzi with a side car. Plush

Check out the oil spillage on this hipster. Reminds me of two certain ladies from Vancouver.

Triumph Trident. Not seen too often.

Honda CX500 Turbo. Future Primitive or Retro-Futuristic? Never the less, This bike is sah-wheet.

My Kawasucki was the only one of it's ilk at the party. Of course, it's only 2 years old.

Clean

Chopper and Social D tee 

Another Moto Guzzi, so fresh and so clean clean

The last to arrive. A tricked out Bonneville. Digging the little side bag.

Back in the Saddle Again

After 6 stupid months (3 months at the shop) of my bike being wrenched on, I finally have it back and she's riding great. Most of you know that I had a meltdown coming back from the Kentucky Derby. Kawie payed for it all and I forever grateful. Trips are being planned.

                             Brand new tires                         Sparkling new engine

As you know, I had a war going on with the sucky shop that was rebuilding my whip. They had excuse after excuse as to why it was taking so long to rebuild a single cylinder engine, that THEY told me only took a day to reassemble. Well, the day that I got it back I rode it 7 miles to get my new tires put on then another 3 miles to go to work. That night when I was hoping to leave to go home, the bike wouldn't start. Out of Gas. Those motherfuckers. Yes, I should have checked it, but I had just gotten my bike back and I had literally gone straight to work. If I would have gone home instead it would have died while I was riding it. I guess it was their way of saying "FFFFFUUUUU". Here's my bike stranded at work.