I was talking with someone about jesse's old chopper he had. I'm guessing this pic is about 7 years old.

ditched the fat ass old man seat with 7 inches of padding for this corbin gentry seat i found last swap meet. i can bend my knees at stoplights now. and looking at this pic reminds me of how i need to mount my rear fender and sissy bar on the chopper.

i suppose this is what happens when you are riding it as opposed to hiding it.

no updates due to not even thinking about a blog. swap meet was this last sunday and everyone was claiming either feast or famine. i was swallowing up deals like it was thanksgiving afternoon. came up on this nice mexican fellow who sold me this super b that was half way disassembled for the best price ever. put it all back together nice and pretty as well as fully functioning. i think i'll swap the E for the B on the evo chopper and throw the shorty on the ironhead and save the bendix for a nosecone shovel...

one time i overheard this guy from johnson county who absolutely loves Japanese motorcycles refer to harley davidson motorcycles as "glorified farm equipment". i tore apart and rebuilt my simple tractor carb and had it back on the ironhead less than 24 hours after my last post, and rode it to work again friday morning.

i guess if you buy old junk it may have been worked on by old junkies. i'm thinking thats why it started raining gas all over the cam cover, starter, and my leg. thats where the bowl mates with the body on the bendix and since i got it off i might as well completely rebuild it. i'll have it back together friday, but it gives me an excuse to pull out the 87 for a couple days.

bent up the sissy bar up at work as well as made a few brackets for it and the fender. i like how it's starting to come out, simple traditional.

thanks jesse.

westbound turbine blades, charity cases, bendix.

there's a row of cottonwoods a few hundred yards away from the missouri river. there's also a lot for the truckers to stage up in and a depot for the ford motor company up the street. it's a stones throw from the shop i work in and everyday at lunch time i park the ironhead under the massive canopy of those old cottonwoods, lay out a blanket, call my old lady to tell her i love her and stare off into space. this is the life.

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got every thing adjusted properly and i been riding the shit out of it today.

earlier today i tried to be totally hip and make a first start up video but failed so fucking miserably. it's ok because the chopper gods wanted me to be humble, later i rode the bike around the block for the first time in two and a half years with no video. i need to adjust the carb as well as the valves because she is running a little rough, regardless it's a good feeling to see your baby walk for the first time.

mounted new oil bag, plumbed, and wired up the evo. saw some gal dump her moped, and got drunk as fuck this weekend.

alot was going on this weekend: david allan coe, swap meet, gear grinders at knuckleheads. scored a early 70s ironhead frame, another cross sissy, and a 16" rear spoker with goodyear rubber and a fresh sprocket. swap meet was packed, more so than ever. i never seen a line 20 cars deep waiting to get in there.

i threw on the sissy bar i bought two years ago at the kc swap meet. look close, i had to flip the brackets inside out to fit the gay british sissy in there.