Thursday, February 19, 2009

OMG WTF! mo start a private blog. so i can link it and or whatever.

Friday, February 06, 2009











I have not been in contact for a while. Stephanie and I broke up the details are not dramatic, we just couldn't see eye to eye on anything. Life itself has got better, stress is down and I am feeling a little more free than before. that being said, I have always wanted to grow a beard. Later in life I planned on buying the ultra, but I'm on an accelerated schedule so here is beard progress to chart and graph later. oh yeah and some sneak peak pics of a bike that's not on sale until may the new indian chief













So I found this incredible deal on craigslist. a 82 suzuki gs 750 for two hundred bucks. I convinced susan it would be a great idea. I have been toying with it ever since. I have rewired the bike the charging system is shot, I rebuilt the forks, but the guides need to be replaced. I changed the air filters to pods and rebuilt the carbs, but now the jetting is way off. I installed new tires, but ordered the wrong size for the back, so it has a dinky little 110/18. The chain is rusted and original, oh and I had to do the top end twice, because I made a mistake. lowered 2 inches in the front and rear the bike stands at attention all the time on the stand and the center stand is for anyone who can lift the whole weight of the bike, but it runs and I'm starting to get attatched to the little gs. I took my first ride on it with rags over the carbs, a car battery in my lap and the rear wheel moving about an inch at the chain tensioner. It reminds me of kareokee, fun, but I know why I'm not a professional. The bike still needs a few hundred more bucks, but the 5x the purchase price has been hit so it will sit. I have a few more important things to work on, but when the bucks are up, you can bet this little pony will see some light.











I went to Bisbee on a motorcycle trip and had a blast. lot's more to say but thats pretty much the hard core facts. I remember walking the dirt roads of tombstone at night, light by the inferior lights and remnants of the moon, actually standing in front of the Crystal Palace. I thought to myself about all the people that lived in Tombstone to carry on the place for all the spectators, a humble historian act as well as a wage derived situation