Dumb and Dumber

 Well, It is project season. Not unlike any other season around here but project season for sure non the less. A very nice customer donated me a cool old Sonic Weld that he saved form the scrap. It belonged to a fellow who bought it new and lived it's whole life in the same little north west colorado valley I grew up in which is cool since there is no such thing as flattrack up there. Nor here for that matter. nearest track is 5hrs away. And that is just the short track at IMI. Kansas. some 10 hrs away... or Californa.... To be honest I don't know how much flattrack racing I am going to be doing in the for seen future. Who knows? God knows? Greg T Nelson knows! Ride With The Wind mother fuckers! Maybe it is movie night.... Anyhoo, digressing, degreasing, as always... What the fuck to do with this peice of proper flattrack machiner? I have some air cooled 250cc lumps out in my bone yard. Or even a liquid cooled on to continue on my treck of sacrilege. Fucking hell! Why not see if an XS650 would fit in it... Ah... what am I doing? Not what so much as why. WHY?

Maybe I'll drag something else out of my bone yard. I'd like to save the ol 1976 YZ125 from another cold season out in the elements. I think it has only been sitting out side with out a spark plug in it for maybe 30 years...

I do enjoy a challange and I must admit a little pain with my pleasure goes a long way. Lets break out the nipple clamps and bend over for a flog. How bad could it be...

HA! I've sledge hammered out pistons way worse! Lets start with some melting wax and a bit of blow torch! 

Ok, a lot of blow torch and maybe it is time for a re-hydration beverage. I think I can only take about an hour on the tower of power before I need a little golden shower.  Jeesus dick. It will run again. It is just a little old dirt bike engine. It will run again...

OOOO, this is fun. Somebody welded the kick starter onto the shaft. More whips and chains, please don't stop!

This is getting out of hand. I forgot to make a safe word. Knuckle down. Buckle down....

When the going get tough- the tough get going...

At this point I walked away. I just left the shop. It was time to go pick up the little one from day care and meet mom for pizza. return to the real world and forget all about the filthy little hobby of mine.   Tomorrow morning I am going to come into the shop to make some money doing honest work but first I am going to have to face up to my affliction to pain, mop up the mess, and throw a towel over it until I feel ready for more...

But in less questionable news I have made some pregress with the dyno so there is some hope for wholesome things to come about. In the mean time: Happy holidays, hail satan, watch out for santa and krampus, they are all probably one and the same. As the old Cosmic Cowboy, 5 years gone now, would always say: FAST AND CARELESS!!!!