ARRRGGGHHHH

Spent all morning putting the Sportster back together. Noot got the parts I needed and the whole deal went together with only a few OH SHIT moments. Like I forgot to push the lock tab on the rear hub and had to pull the cover back off. Also one of the  bolts on the primary always leaked and now I know why. There is a huge chunk missing from the case side. It literally just fell out as soon as I started messing with it. So a little drilling and tapping and I got the hole and little deeper in the case. 3/16 clutch adjustment and I should be good. Gonna let the cover sit overnight before I find out that it still leaks. Also put some 12 inch apes on it and it looks killer diller.

Something for Todd

So today Shea hooked up this tattoo. I can't think of a better way then to give the man some space on me. For the rest of my life every time I look down at my leg I will think of him and that is good with me. So a few of the club guys are getting some pieces for Todd as soon I get photos I will post them up. Also go to Greaserama.com and you can donate some monetary love to his wife and family. Go with out that 40oz and kick down some love.

Today was the Day To Say Goodbye

 7 Am this morning we lost Todd to cancer. We all spent some time with him at his home this last weekend. Everyday we got to sit by him was a extra day we will cherish. The toughest man till his last breath. Anyone that has met him will forever remember him because of the fire and  heart the man had. He had visions so deep that I found it hard to get sometimes. He got it and would expand on a idea or plan endlessly. It was always one of the most annoying things about Todd and now I am gonna miss all those conversations. Fuck why is the world and life like this. Some dumb child molesting piece of shit lives to be 100 but good people die from shit like cancer and there is no reason, no explanation. I am not questioning god or the lack of god but Todd felt like there was more to this world the the immediate me me me mentality of the masses. Whatever I am starting to sound like Todd get it. Anyways I feel empty, lost , pistoff, joy, anger, and all the other things that come with this shit. I am gonna go work on motorcycles and try and go plank for a little. Thanks and there is a cancer fund on the GREASERAMA.COM website if you feel inclined.

Oh Shit Another Hurdle

I have said it before and I will say it again these fucking motorcycles are here to test us. So after a few hundred miles on the 63 I decided to jump on the freeway for a mile or two and up to this point the bike has been running flawless. 1st, 2nd, 3rd, and No 4th. WTF all that is going on is a grinding sound and that is all. FFFFUUUUCCCCKKKKK I hate these goddamn things. It shifted back into 3rd and off I go back to the shop. After a week of staring at it today was the day to rip it apart. After much looking around I found the culprit. The top hat roller on the dog ear was laying in the gook in the bottom of the drain pan I had out. So the shift fork could not push far enough to engage 4th all the way. Noot is sending me the parts and by next weekend I will be rolling again. All ends that ends well.

Some Good Stuff

So after the blur of last week I got back to work. Todd is doing terrible and all the fellows have been going by daily to sit with him. It is all we can do and I am glad we all had that time with him. The official art work is done for Greaserama and there is a full color version almost done. I want to get the Roth fink tattoo on me somewhere. The Watson Chevy is so amazing that I am seriously thinking of selling everything I own and buy one. Weesner has a way with art that makes me glad to be alive. Thanks

Some Bad Times

So sorry for the lack of post but my wife's grandfather passed last weds. We had to do a quick fly out to Bay City Texas for the funeral. I have to say I have been extremely lucky. I have only been to 3 funerals in my whole life. Everyone of them was totally suck ass. 

Jon was a true man and as tough as they come. Fought in the Korean war and then came home and started a family. 3 sons and a daughter later they have a huge family and coming from a small family it always amazes me to go and visit. Even after being married to Amy 10 years I still meet new family members. I hope I raise my family up in the fashion he did. All his kids are solid individuals and I married the cream of the crop out of that family.  When his health was better I would hang out in his shop and tinker on lawnmowers with him. So I feel like I got to spend some quality time with him. I went and poked around his work shop while I was down there and said a little goodbye to the man everyone called Bunt. So here is to Jon and all the Texas family that will miss him dearly.  And yes, he did wear Dickies coveralls just about every day.

H.O.A.M.E Pre Party

Every year I look forward to this show. It is held in a Vintage Airplane museum and hangar. Perfect place for a vintage bike show. The pre party was tonight and I went out solo and looked around. So super cool stuff and lots of BULLSHIT. So here are a few and the last pic is of the current bike at the shop. It will end up being the worlds most expensive POS cafe racer cb 550 ever built. The owner could have bought 3 of these in running condition for the price he is paying me. He loves his bike and that is saying allot.