Almost Recycled....

Once upon a time, a long long time ago, there was this stupid idiot that decided to rebuild the top end on his motorcycle. Almost 2 years pass and he never got to firing it up. He then moved to California and took said bike with him in hopes that it would just start right up. Idiot.

Well after removing and replacing the carburetor from the bike about seven times, fidgeting with wiring, changing tires and tubes, and messing with the dumb air filter, it finally started. Turned out that the one thing I didnt want to mess with was the valves and cams; and thats where the problem lied. One intake and exhaust valve were way out of spec, thus not enough compression to run but enough to backfire once every other trip pushing it down the local street hill. Now the bike is actually hard to kick. I cant wait to ride now.


It also runs extremely hot. Like red hot. Like Franks Red Hot.


Id like to give a shout out to Brian and Nat, ESP, and Scotts for all the help reviving the 4fitty!

I almost forgot to mention the new goodies, red atmospheric lines on the carb and a red hot start nut from zip-ty to replace that mangled plastic piece of crap.

Dare to Hair....

Its gone. All of it.

See for yourself when I get the digital pictures developed....

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So hair come and hair goes. Something about if the shoe fits. Instant showergram.
These are all gibberish. Pure. But the fact is I cut it all off. First time in a long time. Mullet-be-gone in a single user friendly package that vibrates the skull to a nice numbing scalp tingling feeling like youre getting a massage. Then I finished it off with a shave and a massive nap.

The pictures speak for themselves.

The feauxhawk was stage one.

I shoulda taken it a step further and gone the monk route right here, but didnt.

Some western motif that had to be eventually removed, bc I was eating it. I dont like eating moustaches.

And then a nice self-portrait displaying the "oh man the flash is on, ouch" expression common with underlings from York and supersubordinates from the lawn next to Margos, the one with the nicely trimmed hedge row, perfect for shopping cart ghost rides off the roof into. My favorite. Ready for sunburn.

The Ride to 5....

Somewhere north of the San Gabriels we went for a fairly massive dirtbike ride with great success. We had 3 Contenders:

Brian, SOB and myself. Dirty.

I didnt realize this till I saw this pic but I look like a stuffed a animal. I dont feel like one, just look it. I feel more like an out of work river guide, that needs a haircut, that may happen today, that may feel very very good. I am also avoiding doing my taxes like the plague, like I do every year.

The vista view points were very tight up on the top of the ever long ridge:

Despite the fact that the yz450 was a broken sad piece of shit that doesnt run or want to fire up at all despite the new rings, jetting, washing, flat tires, and fork seals, didnt stop us. I borrowed a xr600 for the win! making the days lineup complete. xr600, xr400, xr250.

I somehow managed to take said borrowed bike and lose the license plate. Something that I am quite good at doing, as Ive done it before. Sorry SOB. Needless to say, what little tire was left on the rear tire has been bureaucratically managed to a lesser extent by the overlords over at the ministry of hillclimbing and vertical traction, in Leeds. So yeah, its time for a new one. Although Im extremely impressed with how the 600 can hookup on anything at low speeds. I think its the high torque and low hp, but it simply wont die. Pretty choice if you ask me.




And remember to bring the beer. Very important. Very.