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My thanks to all the guys and Gal in the forum. You have gotten me up off my butt and made me do something with my bike besides ride it.
In 77, the new wife decided that me going to my buddies' workshop to "work on the bike" almost every evening, had to have some devious secondary motive to it. There must be some other beautiful young lady out there in the next town, in that garage I went to all the time. In essence, she was correct, but not the kind she thought it might be, but rather the two wheeled kind. She started to ask strange questions....so I did what I should have done earlier, and asked her along. When she figured finally out that the lady wasn't to be worried about, she relaxed a bit about it, and decided to give a hand with the repairs and we made a good team. She wrote down every step of how to take a Norton apart, and we just followed the instructions, in reverse to put it back together...whole notebook full, but better than Haynes. Bike totally striped, painted the frame, rewired the loom and did the tank up too as black looked better than lime green with a yellow duck sticker on it. See picture.
Years went by. The exhaust did road duty in a few corners, rusted and turned brown, tank got dents from clipons, master cylindar leaked and put 1000 holes in the tank paint, a cow bit a corner of the seat out, a dog decided to scratch the tank all up, my belt buckles did the belt buckle thing. A hundred thousand miles of riding wore the paint at the back corners of the tank to the metal, and the wonderful new lead free gasoline made the tank look like one of the wine bottles naughty boys used to stick a hundred candles in and let the wax melt all over the sides while they partook of the evil weed.
I moaned about it for years and sometimes even made a motion towards doing something about it, but I was always too busy with riding it to bother with cosmetics. It looked crappy, but it ran like stink and that was all that mattered. See picture.
This week, I pulled out the paint I bought twenty years ago for her, the exhaust I bought in 1990, the Decals I bought in 1992, the pinstripe I got somewhere in a dusty storeroom, the fairing I had on her in the 70's, and the seat I built last year from an old rusty interstate seat that I finally got back from the saddler that covered it for me.
Four sunny days, no experience with a paint gun, but pictures of all your beautiful bikes in my head and I went to town. Thanks all of you....it's all your fault..... :wink:
In 77, the new wife decided that me going to my buddies' workshop to "work on the bike" almost every evening, had to have some devious secondary motive to it. There must be some other beautiful young lady out there in the next town, in that garage I went to all the time. In essence, she was correct, but not the kind she thought it might be, but rather the two wheeled kind. She started to ask strange questions....so I did what I should have done earlier, and asked her along. When she figured finally out that the lady wasn't to be worried about, she relaxed a bit about it, and decided to give a hand with the repairs and we made a good team. She wrote down every step of how to take a Norton apart, and we just followed the instructions, in reverse to put it back together...whole notebook full, but better than Haynes. Bike totally striped, painted the frame, rewired the loom and did the tank up too as black looked better than lime green with a yellow duck sticker on it. See picture.
Years went by. The exhaust did road duty in a few corners, rusted and turned brown, tank got dents from clipons, master cylindar leaked and put 1000 holes in the tank paint, a cow bit a corner of the seat out, a dog decided to scratch the tank all up, my belt buckles did the belt buckle thing. A hundred thousand miles of riding wore the paint at the back corners of the tank to the metal, and the wonderful new lead free gasoline made the tank look like one of the wine bottles naughty boys used to stick a hundred candles in and let the wax melt all over the sides while they partook of the evil weed.
I moaned about it for years and sometimes even made a motion towards doing something about it, but I was always too busy with riding it to bother with cosmetics. It looked crappy, but it ran like stink and that was all that mattered. See picture.
This week, I pulled out the paint I bought twenty years ago for her, the exhaust I bought in 1990, the Decals I bought in 1992, the pinstripe I got somewhere in a dusty storeroom, the fairing I had on her in the 70's, and the seat I built last year from an old rusty interstate seat that I finally got back from the saddler that covered it for me.
Four sunny days, no experience with a paint gun, but pictures of all your beautiful bikes in my head and I went to town. Thanks all of you....it's all your fault..... :wink: