For anyone following the plight of my "Blue Stripe" Commando...the saga continues. After all the electrics were gone through, timing checked, valve clearances adjusted, tank cleaned out, and a full carburetor rebuild I could still only go 5 miles before the plugs fouled out. One local guru remembered that some Mark IIIs had "bad heads", so the head was pulled and sent out to be checked for cracks. No cracks, BUT with the head off, the tops of the pistons gave a new clue . The left side (which always died first) showed a silver piston top with oil on it. The right side showed a blackened piston top. At this point my nephew and my 94 year old father both said " Might as well do the rings, you've done everything else". So, my nephew pulled the barrel and found that the rings installed were not the correct rings. The fouling was NOT a rich fuel mixture but the result of trying to burn mass quantities of Castrol 20/50 that was seeping past the rings from below. 65 cold but successful test miles later I topped it off with non-ethanol petrol and was ready to bed it down for the winter...but, then the 45 year old tank began to leak like a sieve. I had to drain the gas, pull the tank and regroup. A new tank was sourced and sent off to Brent Budgor at Vintage-Vendor in VT for a new paint job. Update in the spring. AND I STILL NEED A MECHANIC.
Did you make sure to have the tank LEAK TESTED BEFORE PAINT???
Unfortunately, even though you are not a mechanic, some degree of spoon feeding is still required.
The late Frank Zappa sang of it:
Flakes, flakes
Flakes, flakes
They don't do no good
They never be workin' when they oughta should
They waste your time
They're wastin' mine
California's got the most of them
Boy, they got a host of them
Swear to God they got the most
At every business on the coast, yeah
Swear to god they got the most
At every business on the coast
They got the flakes
Flakes, flakes
They can't fix your brakes
You ask 'em, "where's my motor?"
"Well, it was eaten by snakes"
You can stab and shoot and spit
But they won't be fixin' it
They're lyin' and lazy
They can be drivin' you crazy
Swear to god they got the most
At every business on the coast, yeah
Swear to god they got the most
At every business on the coast
Take it away, Bob
I asked as nice as I could
If my job would
Somehow be finished by Friday
Well, the whole damn weekend came and went, Frankie
Wanna buy some mandies, Bob?
You know what, they didn't do nothin'
But they charged me double for Sunday
Now, you know, no matter what you do
They gonna cheat and rob you
And then they'll give you a bill
That'll get your senses reelin'
And if you do not pay
They got computer collectors
That'll get you so crazy
'Til your head'll go through the ceilin'
Yes it will
I'm a moron and this is my wife
She's frosting a cake with a paper knife
All what we got here's American made
It's a little bit cheesy, but it's nicely displayed
Well, we don't get excited when it crumbles 'n breaks
We just get on the phone and call up some Flakes
They rush on over and wreck it some more
And we are so dumb, they're linin' up at our door
Well, my toilet went crazy yesterday afternoon
The plumber he says, "never flush a tampoon"
This great information cost me half a week's pay
And the toilet blew up later on the next day, ay, ay
Yay, yay, yay
Yay, yay, yay
Yay, yay, yay
Blew up the next day
Woo
One, two, three, four
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Flakes, flakes
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Flakes, flakes
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Flakes, flakes
Ooh, ooh, ooh
One, two, three, four (flakes)
Ah, ah, ah, ah (bow, dow, dow, dow)
Ah, ah, ah, ah (bow, dow, dow, dow)
Ah, ah, ah, ah (bow, dow, dow, dow)
Ah, ah, ah, ah
We are millions and millions
We're coming to get you
We're protected by unions
So don't let it upset you
Can't escape the conclusion
It's probably God's will
That civilization
Will grind to a standstill
And we are the people
Who will make it all happen
While your children is sleepin'
Your puppy is crappin'
You might call us flakes
Or something else you might coin us
We know you're so greedy
That you'll probably join us
We're coming to get you, we're coming to get you
We're coming to get you, we're coming to get you
We're coming to get you, we're coming to get you
We're coming to get you, we're coming to you