Good times

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=poZQVBq-XSg

So there I was, dropping the motor in a storage unit.... These things are not really designed with easy service in mind.

Haven't had much to say lately, So... Here's a go-ped.

What the hell?

So, I had a good night. Had a shop to myself, played some metal while working and got 5 scooters knocked out.
But still about 2:00 it hit me. A whole bunch of people have their panties in a knot because some people say that theyre gonna burn a book tomorrow. The president is all fire and brimstone about what will happen if they do it. Which goes directly against the oath he is under to uphold and protect the constitution of the United States of America. But, when you step back and look, is a great strategic maneuver. He knows that what these people are proposing is protected by the constitution, and he also knows that there are a lot of people who are pissed about various shit, and that some people, when pissed off enough, might try and do some crazy shit.
Let's get specific. A church has said that they'll burn a Koran on 9-11. And a muslim community wants to build a mosque at ground zero. Many people have voiced a disagreement with building the mosque, and some more.... spirited individuals have stated that if they can't have a mosque wherever they damn well please, there will be fucking violence.  Now, Mr President  has publicly said to this church "Don't burn a Koran, if you do, there could be violence."
So, we have a situation where individuals have already threatened violence if they don't get their way. And another group of idividuals wants to very pointedly say to them "hey, fuck you, fuck the horse you rode in on, and fuck your fucking book too!"   Which is their constitutionally protected right as American citizens.  Mr. President has seen the opportunity, tell these people to not exercise their right, which he can't stop them from doing, and if/when the folks who are making threats of violence don't get their way and, god forbid, harm innocent people, he already has the scapegoat to hang it on. Brilliant.
Now let me just say this. People shouldn't burn books. You shouldn't burn flags, you shouldn't burn books. How pissed would this pastor in Florida be if he saw an Imam burn a bible? Pretty fuckin pissed! Pissed enough to get in a fight over it. And that's what he's doing, anything else he says is bullshit. He's picking a fight. But he's picking a fight with bullies, which is his right.

Sometimes I forget what it's all about

It's not all about working on motors, and responsibilties of fatherhood.....

There's more to life than that.

It's also about PITBULLS... Like Brody here.

And motorcycle trips, Like this one

And HOT BROADS.

Okay, now that's cleared up. back to business as usual.

Anything on two wheels

So, as is plain to see, I've been working on scooters mostly, and not much else.  I've admittedly not been out hustling up business as much as I should be the past couple weeks (and no, it's not cause I'm too busy fucking around with the computer). I've been out running around to make sure we've got all the utility records to prove I'm a resident, getting the health and immunization records sent in from out of state, then getting new ones from in state doctors. Along with the shoes, clothes, pack, etc. for my daughter's school.

Anyway, now that's sorted out. I'll get paid this weekend, and be back in business. And I'm not complaining about the scooters, I'd just like to get some more work comin through, that's all... and I miss the bikes

like this CRF, these are wild little motors. I'd like one of these.

Or a 2stoke 250, hell yes... 250cc and can you say wheelie?

Dirt, street, metric, HD, Bring it.

Okay, I feel better now... And there's a fight happening in the next room..... I'd better go see to that

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2 stroke hippiness

Concerning Hack Jobs

First of all, I've done this. Everybody I know whose ever been in a motor has done this. But the thing I think everyone whose bubble gum and bailing wired something together has learned is that this WILL fail. And, if if anything else ever goes wrong (which, if you've hacked a lot of stuff, will happen) you never know what the actual cause or issue is until you gone through, checked, and usually redone half of the hack jobs. Now sometimes you've just gotta get it done and moving with whatever you've got available. Okay, that's just the world we live in. But I'm not talking about emergency field surgery. I'm talking about wiring harnesses wrapped in masking tape, exhaust mounted with coat hangers, using zip ties as hose clamps. People doing this at home, or even in a shop. When it would only take a little longer, maybe a few dollars more, some research, maybe even (god forbid) a phone call to someone who really knows.

Now, if you and only you are the only one who is ever going to be servicing your machine then do it however you damn well please. Though I'd say (just an opinion) that doing it right will make for less headaches. Also, you need to be damn certain of, and totally commited to never having anyone else ever work on your stuff. Because if, after hackin and hacking and hacking some more, you just have to take it in, it's a royal pain in the ass! For the mechanic, who has to sort through all the wild shit that's been done, it's a time sucking, ass fucking exercise in "what the fuck?". For the owner, it takes a lot longer, and costs more. In the end, nobody's happy. 

Now I'm not saying "dont mess with your machines."  And I definitely won't say that I never hacked my own shit beyond recognition, cause I have, and I paid for it.  Even if you're sure it'll work (which it may) look it up, read a book, call a shop, ask "how do I do this?". 

As you learn the right way to do it, go back and fix the roadside bandages. It'll work better, it'll look better, and you'll have one less thing to worry about.

Society of women

So, today was registration for public school. A crowded elementaty school cafeteria packed with civically dutiful, appropriately outfitted and morally superior women there to ensure that their children's entitlment to tax dollars is documented and irrefutable.... Then it happened, the door swung open, and brazenly, like it had every right to be there, a man walked in.  Visibly tattoed, standing there in an untucked shirt, with hair poking out of the neck and a ball cap that couldn't entirely cover the bandana holding back the untrimmed hair on his head. Not even the humility to wear a pair of golf slacks, he came in with one pup in his left arm, on clinging to his belt, and one two steps ahead carrying her folder full of documentation.

We navigated the lines, presented our papers and took our seats to fill out more paper amidst females that regarded us with a range of shock, adoration, pity and total disdain... Especially when my son took a fall, getting his knock on the head for the day, and my response did not include the expected about of hysteria.  Eventually, after what must have been wildly amusing to all witnesses, we got it done and made our exit.

Now, this is a bit dramatized. And I'm pretty comfortable with standing out in a good cross section of crowds.. espicially when the kids are with me.  But I'm serious. I didn't see any other men there, and these women all seemed to wonder just what the hell I thought I was doing there.

The inner monologue went something like this
Yes bitch. I have kids

Yes bitch. They've all got the same mom.

Yes bitch. I take care of them.

Yes bitch. I give a shit

No bitch. I'm not applying for free food (here anyway)

Yes bitch. I'll be happy to check out your husbands mower/ trimmer so you can stop bitching at the poor bastard about that and move on to something else.

Yes bitch. Those tits are worth every damn dime.

Have a nice day.

Tecumseh 6.5 hp

So this fella brings me his mower,

Me: "What's the trouble?"

Him: "Well, the fuel screen is clogged I think."

Me: "What's it doing?"

Him: "Well, it's not idling right. And it bogs out and dies everytime it's under load."

Me: "But it starts?"

Him: "Well...... It's really hard."

"Okay, I'll take care of it"

"Alright, lemme know if you need a new filter or screen."

It won't start, plug is bad.

Carb needs cleaned

Governors caked with debris and sticking.

CHANGE YOUR PLUGS FREQUENTLY, KEEP YOUR MACHINES CLEAN, USE FUEL STABILIZER.

If you're in Utah, and you see this guy,

Ask him about this bike

Saturdays=scooter time

Here's a 300 that the shop's been fightin with for a month.

Now she's ready to be turned out

If italian ain't your style, consider this Indian scoot. The 78ish Bajaj Chetak,

What's a guy to do

I didn't used to be a stay at home dad. I used to be a dad that never saw his kids cause he's always at work. A little while ago, my employers decided to fuck me in the ass. Wasn't the first time, or the last, and they figured that I'd go along with it (which I did) because they paid me enough that I couldn't afford to quit. You see I've got three young kids, and their mom (herein refered to as "the wife") was out of work.  So I, being pretty burnt out at the job, and at the dreaded point where I can't get paid any more doing what I did where I did it, and being stuck indefinitely on the graveyard shift, looked for a way out. I signed up at the local community college, took some classes (even tried to get work to pay for it), intent on getting a certification in motorcycle and power equipment service. My idea (inspired a bit by a neighbor of mine) was to do the shitty j-o-b while spending my days and off nights working on peoples bikes, atvs, snowmobiles, mowers, tractors, trimmers, whatever. Make a little extra cash, and maybe build enough business that I could stop working at the damned place where I'd been spending all my time.
Well, plans have a habit, it seems, of being changed. Soon before I finished my classes, the wife and I took a trip to visit her folks at their new place. While there, the wife, always thinking, managed to score an impromptu job interview, and subsequently land a job. We'd been home about two days when the company called the wife and offered her a gig, and offered to pay her damn near (REAL DAMN NEAR) twice what I was making.
So the call was made, I put in for a transfer, the wife packed up the kids and moved out, and I finished school, packed up and sold the house. Now, my transfer never happened. So I hustled and landed a job at a local bike dealership. I made just enough to cover the day care for my kids (barely), and ended up taking a lot of time off really soon (always a big risk). So that job didn't last long. But, luckily for me, a few other people who I'd offered my services to had started to ask me if I could come do some PT or contract work for them on my off time.
So here I am now, a stay at home dad, hustling after hours on anything that comes along. My "Business" is just getting started, so there's not much news just now. But I offer my exploits for your amusement.