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Tuesday, May 29, 2012

a little tour

i got a new camera and am getting used to it so i took a few pics of the shoebox i call a shop. hopefully no one gets annoyed with these stupid pics. i do hope that dylan and jeff fallow suit and put up some of their own. i keep hearing stories about the sillyness happening at their space and wish i had a visual reference.

Monday, May 28, 2012

make ready the fleet!!!!!!!

it falkin snowed here this weekend but out of spite the fleet was readied. i really miss riding through boston traffic with dylan, dude had some lungs. i remember chasing him through china town one night, we both almost died and laughed our asses off all the way back to somerville.

Friday, May 18, 2012

quick trip around...

the weather cooperated and we both made it around the other day. a nice jog down to the ghost town of Nevada City was just what the doctor ordered. the whole thing made me a little homesick though. i really miss riding with friend, more specifically i miss riding like a jackhole with a very select few.

Wednesday, May 9, 2012

exhaust design

so, as it turns out, sheet metal is a pain. 
 these two "fenders" started out life as a sporty gas tank and a road king fender. and with some cutting and welding, they are on their way to being salty fairings. everything is mounted and welded, now all that is needed is the generous application of bondo and sandpaper. then off to paint, i hope.
 once the fenders are with the painter i can focus all my attention on the exhaust. my erector-set, "carefully" measured engine specs and gratuitously rounded guesstimations have been plugged into a secret decoder ring and out popped a CAD drawing.

the dude who made sense of my blather obviously has a properly calibrated stuponitronic helmet. out of respect, i will not mention his name, lord knows he will have a long and prosperous future in the racing/performance industry and i will not be the one to spoil his good name by associating it with Coconut Customs.