Silent Night

Ive been spending the last few nights in the garage doing some insulation, cleaning, sheet rock and rearranging. Snapped a few quick pics and eventually my stereo crapped out on me. Late night in the shop with no tunes is kinda creepy.

See… told you!

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.

NOTE: A blind zombie is still dangerous. BEWARE.

4 Hour Miracle

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.

House of the Temple of the Wolf

St Patty’s day I headed to the House of the Temple of the Wolf. Between Zac, Dave and Gator, these dudes have attempted most every part combination you can think of. I usually save myself a lot of frustration by just hanging around, asking questions and gettin my learnin on. Met some cool people as always, had a couple beers and stared at a pant load of Magnetos. That shit is right on time. I gotta think about gettin me one.

Snapped a couple pics with the camera phone and when I got home and looked at them I realized I had the fixins for a pretty slick panoramic. Click the above image and check it out full size. Dig it!

Motorabilia

Went to Stillwater MN over the weekend with a few friends. Weird… the closer to the water we got, the hotter it got. Stumbled across all kinds of Motorcycle Memorabilia and snapped a few shots along the way. I think the old antique store ladies thought I was coming back to rob the place or something.