Only a little over a month until the North Carolina meet for the Hondachopper.com forum, known as the World Honda Chopper Meet. I went down do Chuck-town yesterday to nurse my hangover and spend the afternoon with Scrap and Car and the "Scraphous Special"
Tires & tubes = check
Runing wires = check
Carbs & V stacks = check
After I headed out, Car threw the existing stacks from Steel Dragon Performance, that were too long, on the lathe and made those sum bitches fit.
So, now to tighten up/finalize the wiring and a few other odds and ends (such as fork stops, haha) and then it'll be time to make the ole gal chug-a-lug some overpriced hi-test!!!!
Monday, May 16, 2011
the freakin weekend
Lots of rain this past weekend. Spent friday night assembling goodies for a spring kick off cookout saturday night...which also doubled as Kari's birthday party. I rubbed about thirty chicken legs with a dry rub friday night. Half were with a Nah'leans spicy mix of seasonings and the other half were a mix of a more mild Polish poultry rub and then some with the old standby, Sweet Baby Ray's BBQ sauce. These were put on the smoker with a pork tenderloin for about 4 hours prior to the party people showing up. We also made up some chicken ka-bobs with onions, peppers, shrooms, clementines and tomatoes. Made a few pans of sliced potatos smothered with garlic salt and butter as well. In addition, our guests brought misc things too. Like Melanie's best homemade cookies ever to grace the earth. Unfortunately no known pics of the feast exist. As mentioned it rained all fuckin' weekend so our "bonfire" was reduced to sippin' suds & passing around the 'shine jar around indoors, splitting the party between the garage and the kitchen. All in all the party went off though and everyone had fun. Now we've gotta have another to burn up all the wood and pallets I aquired last week!
Friday, May 13, 2011
Bill's new ride
Dirty picked up this '68 FLH down Virginia way. All or mostly stock and he is now the third owner. Score!
We'll have some better, more extensive pics besides this crummy cellie-tellie pic soon....drool on.
Friday, May 6, 2011
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Devil's Playground/ Vegas Crew
Just another tech day for AJ and his band of degenerates...
(scroll to bottom of the page to pause the So'full playlist before watching the video)
(scroll to bottom of the page to pause the So'full playlist before watching the video)
Monday, April 11, 2011
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Beer Breed’s "North Drinks With the South 2"
by Randy Owens
Saturday April 2, 2011 my good friend Jack and I got on our bikes and rode north from San Diego to Stone Breweries in Escondido, Ca to meet up with some other like minded dirtbags for a day of riding, drinking, and camping.
If you read my write up of the Slab City Riot 2 you know that Jack is a badass who will ride her sportster anywhere, with little more than the clothes on her back and a GI woodland cammo poncho for a bedroll. What is the "North Drinks With the South" you ask? Well it’s the brain child of Atom Rotten of http://www.beerbreed.com/ who is also the loose organizer of our little semi-weekly Wednesday night ride here in SD (we’re not big on schedules ).
The idea is simple: There are a bunch of us chopper jockeys scattered around San Diego and Orange County and Atom wanted a reason for us all to get together ride and drink so the "North Drinks with the South" was born. The first event was held right after the new year and was over on the beach, but for this one Atom wanted us a bit more off the grid, and boy did he accomplish that, but more on that in a bit.
So we met a few other people at Stone had a quick beer and hit the road to Ramona for the next gas stop, then it was on to the twisty mountain roads of Julian another gas stop to meet up with the boys from Biltwell and some folks from further up north. After topping off the tanks at $4.30 a gallon we hit the Sunrise Hwy headed south. This road is amazing! Quiet mountain road with very little traffic and lots of scenery. There is an old Lodge here that has been open since 1926 were we all stopped and had a beer and rested up for the next leg of our journey, 11.5 miles of rutted washboard dirt road! Our final destination was the McCain Valley Lark Canyon camp grounds just east of Boulevard, Ca.
Now Atom had mentioned this dirt road before but being the salesman that he is he down played it just a bit: “Three miles of the ride into the camp ground is on a manicured dirt road so don’t freak out”, that was his story when he first posted the plan on ChopCult.com. A few weeks later it was like this: “The camp ground is remote down a 5 mile fire road.” No big deal. Day before the ride he posts this: “Follow it under the freeway until you come to where it turns into a dirt road. You will then ride almost 11.5 miles on the dirt road to Cottonwood Camp Grounds and go left over the tiny stream and you will run straight into our site.”
Now that dirt road is 11.5 miles long and we are crossing a stream! HAHAHA, nice. I spoke with Atom on the phone the day of the ride and asked him about that magic growing dirt road and his answer was simply “I want people to come”, I love this guy!
The dirt road was in pretty good shape for the most part although there were a few good sized washouts, one of which attempted to swallow my bike. Only one guy went down in the sand sustaining a bent shifter peg and some broken turn signals (Guess it’s time to chop that sportster, eh DD?). The stream was nice on the way into the campground as it washed some of the dust off of us from that 11.5 miles.
As soon as the bikes were shutdown the beverages started to flow and the party kicked into high gear. We had it all, a guitar sing along, a drunken ranting Reverend, stick-on cop mustaches, all the politically incorrect jokes you could ever want and a seemingly endless supply of beer. The party went on into the wee hours of the morning with me and one other lasting till after 4:30am. Not sure how everyone else got to sleep with me and Marc yelling from the fire pit calling them all pussies.
A damn good overnighter! Thanks to Atom for putting this together. Let this be a lesson to anyone reading this, you don’t need some big national event to go out and ride to, just some friends and a campground far away on the map is all you need to have one hell of a good time.
Most of the pics are from Bill at Biltwell or Atom of Beer Breed, I forgot my camera...
Saturday April 2, 2011 my good friend Jack and I got on our bikes and rode north from San Diego to Stone Breweries in Escondido, Ca to meet up with some other like minded dirtbags for a day of riding, drinking, and camping.
If you read my write up of the Slab City Riot 2 you know that Jack is a badass who will ride her sportster anywhere, with little more than the clothes on her back and a GI woodland cammo poncho for a bedroll. What is the "North Drinks With the South" you ask? Well it’s the brain child of Atom Rotten of http://www.beerbreed.com/ who is also the loose organizer of our little semi-weekly Wednesday night ride here in SD (we’re not big on schedules ).
The idea is simple: There are a bunch of us chopper jockeys scattered around San Diego and Orange County and Atom wanted a reason for us all to get together ride and drink so the "North Drinks with the South" was born. The first event was held right after the new year and was over on the beach, but for this one Atom wanted us a bit more off the grid, and boy did he accomplish that, but more on that in a bit.
So we met a few other people at Stone had a quick beer and hit the road to Ramona for the next gas stop, then it was on to the twisty mountain roads of Julian another gas stop to meet up with the boys from Biltwell and some folks from further up north. After topping off the tanks at $4.30 a gallon we hit the Sunrise Hwy headed south. This road is amazing! Quiet mountain road with very little traffic and lots of scenery. There is an old Lodge here that has been open since 1926 were we all stopped and had a beer and rested up for the next leg of our journey, 11.5 miles of rutted washboard dirt road! Our final destination was the McCain Valley Lark Canyon camp grounds just east of Boulevard, Ca.
Now Atom had mentioned this dirt road before but being the salesman that he is he down played it just a bit: “Three miles of the ride into the camp ground is on a manicured dirt road so don’t freak out”, that was his story when he first posted the plan on ChopCult.com. A few weeks later it was like this: “The camp ground is remote down a 5 mile fire road.” No big deal. Day before the ride he posts this: “Follow it under the freeway until you come to where it turns into a dirt road. You will then ride almost 11.5 miles on the dirt road to Cottonwood Camp Grounds and go left over the tiny stream and you will run straight into our site.”
Now that dirt road is 11.5 miles long and we are crossing a stream! HAHAHA, nice. I spoke with Atom on the phone the day of the ride and asked him about that magic growing dirt road and his answer was simply “I want people to come”, I love this guy!
The dirt road was in pretty good shape for the most part although there were a few good sized washouts, one of which attempted to swallow my bike. Only one guy went down in the sand sustaining a bent shifter peg and some broken turn signals (Guess it’s time to chop that sportster, eh DD?). The stream was nice on the way into the campground as it washed some of the dust off of us from that 11.5 miles.
As soon as the bikes were shutdown the beverages started to flow and the party kicked into high gear. We had it all, a guitar sing along, a drunken ranting Reverend, stick-on cop mustaches, all the politically incorrect jokes you could ever want and a seemingly endless supply of beer. The party went on into the wee hours of the morning with me and one other lasting till after 4:30am. Not sure how everyone else got to sleep with me and Marc yelling from the fire pit calling them all pussies.
A damn good overnighter! Thanks to Atom for putting this together. Let this be a lesson to anyone reading this, you don’t need some big national event to go out and ride to, just some friends and a campground far away on the map is all you need to have one hell of a good time.
Most of the pics are from Bill at Biltwell or Atom of Beer Breed, I forgot my camera...
Weird Oh's
Apparently Taco Bell reissued some Weird Oh's finger boards and stickers to give away with their kids meal sometime last Summer. Well according to my buddy Clint, apparently Slidell, LA T. Bell's are still giving em out!!!
Anyway, here are some O.G. Weird Oh pics submitted by Willy:
Anyway, here are some O.G. Weird Oh pics submitted by Willy:
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Car99r's TCU Build Off Bike
You may remember the post from back in January about Chris Robertson's Build-off Bike for the TCU forum. If not, scoll to the bottom of the page or look thru the "past posts" on the sidebar.
Anyway, here is the Honda Shadow VLX 600 as it sits today, ready for the street. More proof that with with a cheap donor and a little imagination you can have a cool looking scoot without spending an arm and a leg to do so.
Anyway, here is the Honda Shadow VLX 600 as it sits today, ready for the street. More proof that with with a cheap donor and a little imagination you can have a cool looking scoot without spending an arm and a leg to do so.
Friday, March 25, 2011
Repairing the "konged" Honda CB750
Last sunday the SG crew came over and we did some repair work on my '74 CB750 bobber.
Over the past decade of abusing her across 14 states and thousands of miles, the rails behind the seat area had bent forward. CB750 tubing is quite thin walled and the area wasn't gusseted initially, mainly because of how the seat fits on. I guess it could only take so much pounding from the rear before it finally just had to give.
We started by firing the torch and bending the rails back to their straight and level postion. When I initially noticed that the rails were bent, I had suspected there were cracks. Once heated and bent back, the areas around the welds opened right up. This led me to believe the frame had actually been cracked as I had thought.
Once we determined that simply bending them back into position was a pipe dream, we opted for what I had planned on doing from the beginning, cut and replace. We made sure the bike was sitting level and measured up from the lower engine mount area 7.5" to where we would cut off the bent rails. After double checking our measurements a few times and marking them with tape, we cut em off.
Next we cut two 4.5" pieces of tubing that had a slightly smaller o.d. than the i.d. of the frame's tubing for sleeves. This would allow 2.25" on each side of the seam. We then measued up the same distance on a donor stock rear end (Thanks Dock!!! http://vintagepureheaven.blogspot.com/) and cut them in the same place we cut off the junk ones. We then had our two new replacement pieces for the seat/fender rails.
After cleaning up the metal and drilling holes for plug welds we thought we'd see how it all fit together. The left side slid right on and with a few light raps from a rubber mallet seated itself nicely. The right side was a bit more stubborn as there was a slight burr about 1/2" from our cut inside the frames tubing. After realizing that trying to file it down wasn't gonna work out, we opted for sliding the rail down on the sleeve as far as it would go and applying some heat to it while tapping it with a BFH until that burr was soft enough that it slid down to where it needed to seat.
We checked the levelness periodically thru this process. We also checked for centeredness before final welds. Once we had it all in place it was tacked and welded.
I mentioned above the lack of room for gussets. Even though the tubing was now twice as thick in the problem area, it would still be susceptible to stress because of shock angle and where its located on the frame. We put the fender and seat on to determine how much space we actually did have to work with. We figured if we angled the gussets that we could squeeze them in between the fender and the bottom of the seat pan.
Some cardboard patterns were then sketched and then gussets were cut from 3/8" steel...nice and beefy. Where the gussets are located will be completely hidden from sight once the fender and seat are reinstalled. The extra metal that you see in some of these pics was also hacked off, the old fender brace/mount and the left over portion of the stock seat rails.
I still have to clean up the metal a bit and get some paint on 'er. I'm also going to do tend to some other issues and things I've been meaning to get to. With her this far torn down, its time to stop the abuse and apply a little TLC.
Over the past decade of abusing her across 14 states and thousands of miles, the rails behind the seat area had bent forward. CB750 tubing is quite thin walled and the area wasn't gusseted initially, mainly because of how the seat fits on. I guess it could only take so much pounding from the rear before it finally just had to give.
We started by firing the torch and bending the rails back to their straight and level postion. When I initially noticed that the rails were bent, I had suspected there were cracks. Once heated and bent back, the areas around the welds opened right up. This led me to believe the frame had actually been cracked as I had thought.
Once we determined that simply bending them back into position was a pipe dream, we opted for what I had planned on doing from the beginning, cut and replace. We made sure the bike was sitting level and measured up from the lower engine mount area 7.5" to where we would cut off the bent rails. After double checking our measurements a few times and marking them with tape, we cut em off.
Next we cut two 4.5" pieces of tubing that had a slightly smaller o.d. than the i.d. of the frame's tubing for sleeves. This would allow 2.25" on each side of the seam. We then measued up the same distance on a donor stock rear end (Thanks Dock!!! http://vintagepureheaven.blogspot.com/) and cut them in the same place we cut off the junk ones. We then had our two new replacement pieces for the seat/fender rails.
After cleaning up the metal and drilling holes for plug welds we thought we'd see how it all fit together. The left side slid right on and with a few light raps from a rubber mallet seated itself nicely. The right side was a bit more stubborn as there was a slight burr about 1/2" from our cut inside the frames tubing. After realizing that trying to file it down wasn't gonna work out, we opted for sliding the rail down on the sleeve as far as it would go and applying some heat to it while tapping it with a BFH until that burr was soft enough that it slid down to where it needed to seat.
We checked the levelness periodically thru this process. We also checked for centeredness before final welds. Once we had it all in place it was tacked and welded.
I mentioned above the lack of room for gussets. Even though the tubing was now twice as thick in the problem area, it would still be susceptible to stress because of shock angle and where its located on the frame. We put the fender and seat on to determine how much space we actually did have to work with. We figured if we angled the gussets that we could squeeze them in between the fender and the bottom of the seat pan.
Some cardboard patterns were then sketched and then gussets were cut from 3/8" steel...nice and beefy. Where the gussets are located will be completely hidden from sight once the fender and seat are reinstalled. The extra metal that you see in some of these pics was also hacked off, the old fender brace/mount and the left over portion of the stock seat rails.
I still have to clean up the metal a bit and get some paint on 'er. I'm also going to do tend to some other issues and things I've been meaning to get to. With her this far torn down, its time to stop the abuse and apply a little TLC.
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Always waiting...
Well we should have the sticker orders back soon, within the next few weeks for sure. The classic logo sticker and a new design also. Shirts are at the printers also, not sure of when they'll be in though...I'll post when I find out.
I'm waiting on this rain to stop and the weather to get nice too!
One thing I'm not waiting on is parts...for a change, haha.
Been holed up in the garage lately though, so thats good for the soul!
Waiting for sunday when I plan to do some fandanglin' and attempt to unbend the frame on my CB750 bobber.
The rear rails have bent upward/forward at the seat area...after a decade though, so she had a pretty good run all in all. Gonna gusset that sucker this time!
Worse case, I have to hack the rear section entirely off and graft the new one on that I picked up from my buddy Dock (Mt. Airy Cyclery, NC).
So I figured its worth a try to heat and bend it back...if its cracked or kinked, well then, on to plan B.
Right now though, I'm just waiting for 4 o'clock.
I'm waiting on this rain to stop and the weather to get nice too!
One thing I'm not waiting on is parts...for a change, haha.
Been holed up in the garage lately though, so thats good for the soul!
Waiting for sunday when I plan to do some fandanglin' and attempt to unbend the frame on my CB750 bobber.
The rear rails have bent upward/forward at the seat area...after a decade though, so she had a pretty good run all in all. Gonna gusset that sucker this time!
Worse case, I have to hack the rear section entirely off and graft the new one on that I picked up from my buddy Dock (Mt. Airy Cyclery, NC).
So I figured its worth a try to heat and bend it back...if its cracked or kinked, well then, on to plan B.
Right now though, I'm just waiting for 4 o'clock.
Monday, March 7, 2011
Rest in Peace KONG
It was this month back in 2008 when I got a phone call.
The number on my cell phone came up Rick "Kong" Wilkey.
I was at Sunday dinner with family so I skipped the call, figured I'd call him back once home and in the garage.
After returning home, I exliled myself to the shop to get some stuff done.
Before I could return the earlier call, I heard the phone ring again.
My girlfriend answered it, "hey Rick!"
It wasn't Rick.
It was his wife.
She said Rick had died "yesterday".
I was in shock.
On Saturday Feb 26, 2011, while I was out and about I pulled into the graveyard to visit my buddy.
Seeing the wind had scattered some flowers and a toy motorcycle that adorned his grave, I picked up a bit and rearranged the items back to their original place.
Later that night I went to see some buddy's bands at a local watering hole we used to stop in at while out riding. There I ran into his daughter who I hadn't seen since the funeral.
This date sorta crept up on me and I just thought it was a bit odd that those few things all happened in such close proximity of the annivesary of his passing. I wasn't even thinking about it being close to March when I pulled into the graveyard, it was just a whim. I also didn't expect to see his daughter later that night. Next thing I know a few days later was the day he passed.
As my girlfriend stated when I told her about all this...."he was around".
RIP buddy, you are missed.
The number on my cell phone came up Rick "Kong" Wilkey.
I was at Sunday dinner with family so I skipped the call, figured I'd call him back once home and in the garage.
After returning home, I exliled myself to the shop to get some stuff done.
Before I could return the earlier call, I heard the phone ring again.
My girlfriend answered it, "hey Rick!"
It wasn't Rick.
It was his wife.
She said Rick had died "yesterday".
I was in shock.
On Saturday Feb 26, 2011, while I was out and about I pulled into the graveyard to visit my buddy.
Seeing the wind had scattered some flowers and a toy motorcycle that adorned his grave, I picked up a bit and rearranged the items back to their original place.
Later that night I went to see some buddy's bands at a local watering hole we used to stop in at while out riding. There I ran into his daughter who I hadn't seen since the funeral.
This date sorta crept up on me and I just thought it was a bit odd that those few things all happened in such close proximity of the annivesary of his passing. I wasn't even thinking about it being close to March when I pulled into the graveyard, it was just a whim. I also didn't expect to see his daughter later that night. Next thing I know a few days later was the day he passed.
As my girlfriend stated when I told her about all this...."he was around".
RIP buddy, you are missed.
Friday, March 4, 2011
Thursday, March 3, 2011
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