Words can't describe how happy I am right now. I am currently sitting in a tiny office at probably the most self inflicting hair pulling/eye gauging freelance gig I have ever worked at. And in a couple of hours I will walk out of here for the last time and officially be on vacation. But the best part about all of this, is tomorrow morning I get to roll out with my friends on motorcycles to Born Free 3 where I will win this 1947 Knucklehead. Following that I will ride it to North Carolina with Pinzon and Al. After that I will bust a big louie up to Michigan to see my friends and family. And after all that I will take the northern pass back to California. While most of that is true, and some of it is hopeful, all of it is good. Life is good. Go get some life.
That was what I remember hearing from Jason and/or Nick the first time I walked into the ATR garage a few months ago. To tell you the truth I don't know which one of them said it, but then again they're pretty much the same person... Kidding of course. I bring it up b/c I see people (myself included) getting worked up about motorboppers sometime. It's cool and all, but it's just not worth getting stressed out about. My bike wasn't running and I was pissed, now it's running and I'm stoked. But who know's how long that'll last. My luck probably 12 hours. Shit goes up and down. Just like them roads you travel on. Up and down, or maybe what a nice girl does when she thinks you've bought her enough gin and tonics. Speaking of which, Titty Tuesdays are whatever. If that's the reason anyone comes to this blog I can direct you to a few of my chosen favorites on this disgusting thing called the world wide web. We'll put 'em up every now and then, but it ain't the focus, ya feel? End rant. Insert random photo's meow.
So Eric picked up this cherry 1950's Triumph Pre Unit for next to nothing. Without a doubt it is the Craigslist 2011 deal of the year and the year ain't even over.
Sitting in a VA hospital under some blankets for 11+ years, in storage for who knows before that. Apparently the original owner - a Vietnam Vet had it rebuilt before he put it away. Everything on the bike is solid and customized perfectly to a T.
Original stretched Harley front end, Joe Hunt magneto, Mk 2 springer rear hub to absorb thy bumps, Flanders dogbones, some brass aftermarket clamp for the front end that you can't find anywhere, beautiful blue metal flake, chrome frame, dope seat and sissy, the list goes on and on.
The best part is all we did was new fluids and a swap of the rickety 19 for a 21 front - even used the same spacers. She fired right up.