Checked Out

I think I slack off too much. My wife thinks I work too hard. One thing is certain, I havent done much posting in the last week. Friday was a long day. I managed to put new tires on the wifes scooter, printed an order, pulled the heads off a cone motor, pulled the trans outta the truck, hit up the super target for late xmas gifts and eventually passed out in front of the tube. My last 3 weeks have been a blurry version of this kinda shit. I really just wanna check out for a few weeks. Maybe go visit Gator in FL or Matt in Boston. Then again, maybe Ill just go disappear up north for a week.I do have an almost complete chopper project coming up for sale soon. Ill post pics on here and chopcult when I get a little freed up.

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.

Another Proud Ticket Holder – Born Free 3

Reinhart is my man in the cut. He’s got the itch and now he’s officially on board for Born Free 3. He’s choppin that OIF Triumph in the background and we’re gonna make the pilgrimage. It’s not so easy to hit the road when you got family at home so this trip is kind of a big deal for both of us. We’re kissing the wife and kids goodbye and crashing with friends along the way. Speed Club across the nation!

See everyone at Born Free. More to come on the Speed Club Chopper Blog

Road Ate my Plate

Took a few hours to sneak away from the wife and kid for a Sunday ride with E and Ty. Went up 65 to Fatboys for a beer and air conditioning. Feels like a hundred and ten degrees out there on top of the asphalt. Somewhere along the way I lost my plate but quickly recovered it (and kept it in my pocket) for the duration of the afternoon. Hit up a few more spots out in Little Canada, Roseville and Shoreview. Eventually had to call it for the day. Supposed to be hot all week. Suppose it could be worse (raining).