I'm up late on a Friday night, drinking whiskey (thanks Kurt!), wanting to work on the bike, but I guess not enough to actually do anything about it, so I'm posting '80s TV punk rock clips.
I think these shows, besides getting it mostly wrong, had the exact opposite of the intended effect on certain idiot suburban teen mx-ers...
C.H.i.P.s, The world's greatest TV show ever. Sorry, it cannot be disputed.
Around the bike after trading out the bars. New look behinds.
Taking donations for a steelie trackmaster tank. Gotta get a new kickstand...geesh. Throttle Controls on top, like the race guys. Yeah, yeah Garrett, I will move the forks up a couple of inches...I promise. Pipes are on the way, hopefully this weekend.
I guess I didn't feel like working too much today...
A post on the Superbikers over on Sideburn's blog got me reminiscing about my childhood MX hero, Danny Magoo Chandler. He had style and balls for miles.
Reminder of where we left off yesterday. Time with the grinder to balance the shape and cuts on both sides. The other side. Some taller shocks might be in order, or shorter forks,...or both. The stance is getting closer. Close up. Now what to do about that tank...and seat...and kick stand. Anyone looking to buy parts?
Today the eBay fender replaced the stocker,...after some modification. The "extra" parts of the fender and support. Super Joe, supervising. It's the same bike, really.
Bike took a step backwards. I've been fighting the effects of fuel additives on the fiberglass tank for awhile. Came out of work yesterday, and in the 90+ temps the little tank finally gave up the ghost. The top caved in like someone had punched it, and gas was bubbling out through a crack in the top of the tank. Back to stock, for now...