Yup: nice wee scoot out ‘n’ aboot th’day. A few dozen mikes under the rubber and great spring bloom abounds on the roads.
Spanner
Old tools have an age-worn oil-rubbed torque-nicked patina to them that makes them the best tool to have in the hand for the job. An energy of mechanics past glows from their softened edges; but hard true faces ready to bite a bolthead or twist a nut free lies in wait.
This collection of BSA wrenches look ready for action! Rust requiring an oily hand with intent and a vintage motorcycle project replete with Whitworth fastenings gets underway
Sing!
Hoth
George Lucas is 70 today: I could gave imaged Endor moon speeder bikes; hot rods along Main Street graffiti style, or Indiana Jones and his pappy a la combination; but instead I found this snowy scene in Norway of Carrie Fisher napping between takes during the filming of The Empire Strikes Back. Skidoo chaise whilst the tauntauns graze… It’s my favorite of The saga in terms of story and acting.
May the Force be with you!
Danny’s Cub #9
Gertie
We can’t let the car feel left out now can we? Here’s our ’04 Volkswagen GTI which has always been fun to drive either in the city (parking is easy) or on faster roads, as well as highway cruising. Geordie the greyhound loves to travel in the back; either peering out of the rear of this hot hatchback or curled up dozing the miles away…
Brother Maynards sacred relic
A Reading from the Book of Armaments, Chapter 4, Verses 16 to 20:
Then did he raise on high the Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch, saying, “Bless this, O Lord, that with it thou mayst blow thine enemies to tiny bits, in thy mercy.” And the people did rejoice and did feast upon the lambs and toads and tree-sloths and fruit-bats and orangutans and breakfast cereals … Now did the Lord say, “First thou pullest the Holy Pin. Then thou must count to three. Three shall be the number of the counting and the number of the counting shall be three. Four shalt thou not count, neither shalt thou count two, excepting that thou then proceedeth to three. Five is right out. Once the number three, being the number of the counting, be reached, then lobbest thou the Holy Hand Grenade in the direction of thine foe, who, being naughty in my sight, shall snuff it.”
Destination today: Antioch IL. The route taken was a very pleasant Lake County backroad called Old McHenry. Rolling horse country with spring blooming hedgerows and the far off scent of spring cut grass. Beyond that Fairfield Road aims northward to the destination. A roadside cafe offered the usual breakfast fare, I had pancakes with a side of sausage links, washed down with fresh coffee on demand. We sat outside in the warm sun with classic Johnny Cash tunes blaring over the tannoy.
The quote above is of course taken from Month Pythons Holy Grail. Religious devastating relic used against the killer rabbit of Caerbannog…
Record Breakers
Quartermaster
Four square: as the project heads into the final laps I need to get my head into its appearance. So I’m reviewing various examples of trials set up Cubs. This one has the footpeg and rear brake positioning necessary for the slow and deliberate riding: placement further back to allow a standing stance on the ‘pegs giving correct weight distribution. The kick start is also a folding bent crank to swing past these rear placed pegs. The high-mount exhaust and small ‘seat perch’ add further neat details to the proceedings. I won’t have this alloy tank, using the typical Cub tank of the period. It is a nifty looking machine!
Easy Peasy
Best Boot Forward
One Two Three
Prime Directive
The clutch slotted into place easily this evening with primary chain and crankshaft sprocket also slotted onto its splines. New friction plates and springs should give the clutch refreshed bite. I bolted the cover on and dropped the cylinder head temporarily into place to get a feel of the engine as a complete unit. “Lookin’ Good Billy Ray” “Feelin’ Good Louis!”
A Gottle of Gear…
The gearbox was a little more cumbersome than the manual gave reference to. I had assembled it at least a half dozen times but the shifter plate, though meshed with the pair of shifter forks wouldn’t sit for the pivot pin to drive home. One of the gears was the wrong way round! A subtle but critical Alignment. Once flipped I managed to buttoned things up: gears mesh, kicker pawl clicked-in, return spring wound and covers bolted on. Once sat upright and gear lever attached it clicked positively through the gears: first, neutral, second, third and fourth.
Morrie’s Place
An outing today saw Morrie’s Place in Ringwood IL as the destination. Run by British Bike master Ed Zender it is an Aladdin’s Cave of old motorcycles, endless parts shelves, a well tooled workshop and knowledgeable help.
BSA’s, Triumphs, Norton’s, AJS’s, Vincents… Bonneville’s, Tigers, Thunderbolts, Gold stars, Black Lightning, Rocket 3’s. Clean examples, oily well ridden ones, custom racers, correct restorations.
There is always someone passing through for a part, a chat, dropping off or picking up. The ‘phone rings often. Ed’s encyclopedic ken is great when working on a project. It’s great that there are resources like this for keeping these classic machines on the road.
Lovely big Ford F350 hauling vehicle with appropriately sign painted bed panels.























