TheLastColdBeer

Wish granted

OK, riding around the area, back & forth revealed some detriments. Turn signal module had croaked. No replacement from Harley. Battery box hadn't been tightened down, so the box shorted out the starter. Bike died on the way into work, but coasted into the parking lot. Local bike shop had an aftermarket module, it works well, but I had to chop off the connector block & wire each line with a crimp on pin connector, per the factory manual. Charged the battery on a trickle, & re-wrapped the line into the starter. Tightened everything down, & so far so good. Drained the tank (gas was orange..eww) pulled the petcock, & yuck. Rust everywhere, reserve hole was completely blocked, & the strainer was broken & plugged. Drained the tank, & used the strained gas to flush out the Fat Bobs. New petcock installed, & fresh gas in. Not going out of pickup truck range until I'm confident. 30 years +6k miles = this bike sat a lot. Changing oil, primary, & transmission this weekend.

Me & drag pipes have parted company. My hearing is shot, & tinnitus is a constant reminder of hill climbs on screaming Elsinores & trips down the strip @ Cordova. Bone stock is lovely, quiet, & you can rip through the gears in town w/o drawing attention. Not to mention dodging the brain dead on their phones. I loved all pushrod twins. Beemers, BSAs, Nortons, Triumphs, owed & rode them all. Gas soaked hands from Amal ticklers, setting three sets of points on Tridents, & the monthly feeler gauge ritual for valve clearance. If I feel like it, I might scan some pics of my younger rides, but it's a little painful being reminded of everyone that's gone.

Just in case you forgot I'm an idiot. Unloading the bike yesterday.

I'm a dry clutch, ratchet lid four speed kinda guy. Prices for Shovelheads on Craigslist & marketplace have become ridiculous. The people paying huge dollars for old glides must have never owned one before, they just aren't that great of a motorcycle. Found this ride in Indiana, 1994 FXDS w/6k miles on it. It's like brand new, and I got it for a song. I'm going to tool around locally for a bit, to shake it out, then head to San Antonio to rescue my car. After unloading & dead weight removal. I like my Superglides bare bones.

Nope, butta & milk. Fluffy mashed taters. Bangers & mash as our cousins say. Taking sausage sandwiches for lunch next couple of days.

Today's lunch on the patio.

Ghost, I miss stabbing you in the back. Don't deny me one of life's last pleasures.

Great move Icequeen! Mom was an RN, my wife was a Doctor of Pharmacy, & SIL hospital CEO. The medical field had a place of high honor, but has devolved into something grotesque. I don't blame anyone for bailing out. You can't talk to the people that remain, they're no longer human. Might just as well discuss a broken bone with your insurance adjuster, they're the ones calling the shots now.

The most modest too..

I was lazy, & didn't think it would work. Just hit the switch on my old Idealarc, grabbed a stick of 1/8" out of a sleave, & tacked one end. Hey, it acted like it wanted to weld. Tacked the other end, then short stitched back & forth to even the heat. Knocked the slag off w/an old chipping hammer. It rang like a new piece of iron.

9" Lodge grill pan @ DG. $15 dollars...sold!

Thought I was buying a potbelly stove. It was in pieces, but too small. Took it home anyway. Base was broken & a friend recommended welding it with 7018. "You can't weld cast w/that!" Try it. I'm sold, 7018 lo-hi can weld cast iron.

Indianola, Texas. Beautiful beach on Matagorda Bay with a big rock. On that rock is a placard stating this was where the courthouse stood. Hurricane erased the city.

Brandon put a tater in his shorts at college to impress the girls. They ran from him. One dude took pity and explained "you have to put the potato in the front."

Quite the lightning show too. Glass & splinters will kibosh going barefoot & flip flops this summer. Tough deal Mike, lake homes are for relaxing, no one plans on complete loss.

Wow, dodged a bullet Mike. Sorry for the cleanup mess, but it's better than funerals. Does anyone have a basement there, or are the homes set on slabs? Really scary when you have to face a tornado with no where to hide.

Her name online is Gia-Genevieve. She does photo shoots for calendars & hot rod events. She's a girl. This is not a girl, and no amount of bullshit can make it a girl.

This is a girl. This is not.

I'd rather look at this... Than listen to this..

I'll switch to gin. Boodles Rhubarb as a penance.

Playing WAW dm3 the other day, I think the map name is LeTourneau. Was trying to figure out how Striker gets on a roof & I fell behind a wall. Ran around trying to get back, no luck. Holly61 was hiding behind a wall, picking people off, & I couldn't resist planting a sticky nade on him. Waited in plain view for him to come back & kill me (which he did), but he was pissed. Rightfully so, I was in the wrong. Still feel guilty, I should've just went to spectate & rejoined. Sorry Holly, Es tut mir leid!

Rest in Peace to all that have passed away. Sorry Loader, was out of state, and couldn't join the fun.

Brought home a gunsafe, opened, but didn't have the combination. Did everything wrong, took the dial off the spindle, turned the wheels by hand, & spilled the bolt, springs & detents all over the carpet. Threw the lock back together until I got home. Over a cup of coffee I examined the lock, figured out it was a three # combination that opened on the last rh turn. Moved the safe into a spare laundry room, re-hung the door, & re-installed the lock, after I guessed where the dial should be (looked at the splines). Opened the bolt, turned the wheels with the backplate off (another no-no) by using the change combination key. Bound the dial a couple of times, but centered things with the change key, and it accepted a new combination. Took between 10-12 unlocking with the new combo before I had the guts to close the door & throw the bolt. Viola! Another working safe. No, OSHA would not have approved how I removed this safe from the house. Nor how I moved it into mine, sans door, bare footed.

The entertainment people have forgotten what put them in business in the first place. To amuse & distract folks from their daily trials. Do they really expect you to PAY for a torturous sermon while getting a root canal? Woke can crash, burn, and die.