Finally got the balls to take that damn long bike out on the town last night. New Kevin did me a solid and got this sweet clip of me straight hoodie ninja’d out, making my way home. This is the first time I’ve really ventured out of my neighborhood on this thing. Once I got rolling, I was out of my dome in love with this thing. So here it is: Ebony Queenofficially on the scene.
Born Free is a rad show put on by rad people with nothing but good intentions. Its an inevitable who’s-who of chopper aficionados wandering through a sea of lovers, haters and appreciators. Let’s not forget, there’s a bike given away too. How cool is that? As the show approaches, Im thinking more and more about the trip, making new friends and everything else that falls into the spirit of the whole thing. Don’t get me wrong… it would be wild to win a bike but it’s really such tiny part of a much larger plan. The longer Ive known folks like Harpoon, Grant and (locally) my HEAVY neighbors, the more I realize that we’re all one great big Speedmaster spinnin’ down the same highway. Hopefully, I’ll see you all in California.
Batman didn’t listen so see what happens. Mother fucker gets bit like a damn fool. Prepare for the worst. Apparently a bat belt isn’t enough. My weapon of choice would have to be the retractable baton. These little bastards will crack a skull, snap an arm or at the least… poke an eye out.
Here’s a couple of New Kevin’s boys at the Full Tilt show. Kids love choppers but you gotta start em early! 30 years from now, somebody is gonna find this picture and be like damn… that was the real shit!
So I’m out last Thursday night hangin with the Motorcycle Cult. Just as I’m maybe a mile away, the bike starts making some evil noises when I close the throttle. Turns out I seriously dodged an engine destroying bullet! My damn exhaust valve in my rear cylinder dropped the seat. Somehow by luck or chance, the dropped seat was actually perfectly caught by the valve as it tried to close. Even better, the pushrod just hung there. Didnt pinch or bend or snap or anything. That was Thursday. Saturday morning I got up at 6Am and did 600 miles int Wisconsin with Drunkle Evan! Here’s my 4 hour miracle on Friday afternoon.
3PM: Bike on lift. Took off pipe. Valve clearly stuck. Called Gator.
3:30PM: Cylinder removed and I am clearly fuct but piston and cylinder are 100%!
4PM: Realized “Shit! I have a donor motor sitting on the bench!” Yanked the head off and texted a pic to Gator for his blessing before proceeding.
5PM: Drank coffee. Made piece with wife. Found an unused top end gasket set and reassembled rocker on new head. She’s looking pretty.
7PM: Head and top end reassembled. Pipe remounted. Readjusted pushrods. Everything torqued properly (thanks again Gator). Dropped it off the lift and after a couple primer kicks – she was up an running once more. Road around maybe 20 miles that night and called it a done deal! By 11Am the next morning I was 200 miles from home and still running strong.
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