Today the count came in from Scotland for their vote yesterday to see if the population would like to pursue independence from Great Britain. Well the Saltire will remain as the backdrop to the Union Flag,for the time being anyways, with 55 to 45 vote to remain in the UK.
Watch oot fer yer kilt laddie! It’ll blaw ower yer heid if ye dinnae gan canny!
A kind of Throwback Thursday #TBT. Here a ’58, ’68, ’78, & 2008 make up the fore and aft, upper and lower quadrants of a Bonneville through the ages. The sum of the parts? Not here; each is strong enough on its own.
As well as tweaking the rear axle alignment and brake arm swing I dropped the tank on to give an even more complete appearance. Lookin’ Good!
There are several variations for setting up a trials rear wheel. It includes the axle adjustment, brake arm pivot, brake rod or cable, chain tensioning, wheel alignment, chain guarding. Snail cams seem like the way to go for easy adjustability, a thin aluminum guard plate to keep the oily chain off the soft wide knobbly tire, and an underside roller/block pushing up with spring action to eliminate slack.
Dropped the small Cub engine into the frame. Glad its only a 50lb lump. Three easy bolts slotted home and it sits comfortably as it should. There is a few alignment issues to address: chain line, rear brake pedal cable and stop, wheel spacing, fork swing. Its a matter of assemble, disassemble… Repeat…..x12…
Truly taking shape now!
Looking into the very bowels of a monster. This cutaway engine taken from a Vincent shows the oilways, meshed gears, even the peep of a piston. Blood red slices and shiny ebony skin hint at a vigorous pulse inside.
Finally got the wheels put on today. Dean holds the cubbie up here with its new boots shod. Starting to look like a motorcycle.
Leaned over, with a streamlined fairing, speedy pace and a determined pilot aboard; this Cub is the part. Seventy Nine Tickety Boo!
Evocative portrait of a Triumph Cub. Grassy lanes bordered by a beautifully crafted dry stone walling. You can hear the singles clatter echoing off gritstone hedge. Pennine Fells beckon the rider higher to wilder trails.
The bulldog breed: symbol of masculine power. Mars the bringer of War; the spear used in the symbol of male gender. Also the alchemists symbol for iron, thought to be the red planets composition by early stargazers. It is actually Iron oxide or Hematite. Fe2O3
I would hope that rust won’t affect the diminutive Tiger Cub…
Streetside Bonneville in a shadowy color scheme that Henry Ford would have approved.
As wrote P.G. Wodehouse. I’ll curse as much as I like but she’s a Bonnie bike.
“Once in his life, every man is entitled to fall madly in love with a gorgeous red head.” Lucille Ball
Beautiful sunny early September Sunday afternoon. Had a place to go in Lake Forest so I took the bike… The run out was just perfect: quiet roads, cooling breeze, sunny skies, bike ticking over well. Coming back? Bike didn’t start (at first) and ran a bit rough on the return journey. Thinking it’ll stall at any moment I nursed her home… Battery had good charge, oil level good, but didn’t check the plugs… Hmmm . A new model moto sounds better all the time…. ! Press button to start and go!
After nearly two months laid up in the dark confines of my workplace’s subterranean garage, the bike saw some oily mitts getting some much needed work done. This was to button up the primary cover, setting the pressure plate, reaffixing the rearset which overlaps its rear bolts, and topping oils to enable a smart kick of the starter to roar the engine to life…. “She Lives!”. It was all a four handed task so my friend Dean offered extra paws to arrange bolting.
Test ride tomorrow!
…now here is a motorcycle! The sublime, the mighty, the superlative…
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