225 West Truslow Avenue
Fullerton, CA 92832-2390
A few wise words from RSD,
When we successfully take the long way, we realize we would not have changed one single thing about the way we went, even if it took us much longer than expected. We realize there is a reason for everything and we appreciate all we have learned. Eventually, we even understand that we didn’t take the long way, but rather we took the only path we could.
That was deep. Enjoy the raw bike!
Have you ever been in a race? Everyone has even if they don’t even know it. The trash man might be racing the car that is trying to exit it’s driveway, the secretary might be racing to finish the 1084 form early in order to have an extra 5 minutes for a smoke break, it doesn’t really matter what you are racing but we all are racing in one way or another. Well the race consists of a few parts, the start, the main body and the finish. All parts of the race are important in their own way but if you don’t finish with a little pizzazz no one will remember you. You may have started well and been really consistent throughout the middle of the race but if you don’t have a strong finish you will be forgotten. I relate this to bike building or art in general; it is the finish work that really makes the piece memorable. Here are a few examples of finish you might enjoy.
I asked Aaron to mount the battery, make sure it is secured properly and to make sure it is visually pleasant to look at. I was impressed when I came over at the end of the day and he had built a full containment unit complete with stainless mesh panels on all sides. Well their isn’t any chance of the battery moving let alone escaping this prison like environment Aaron created. After examining and thinking about what he did I believe I’m going to invite him over this weekend to build a containment unit to catch the wild rabbit that terrorizes my yard. I spent countless hours nurturing my sweet peas and once they bloomed that damn rabbit had his way with them real savage like. Looking at the quality work Aaron did on the battery I would have to say the rabbit has no chance and my flowers will flourish just as the bike is beginning to bloom right before my eyes. It’s nice to be surrounded by talented people.
The time has come to get back to work on Mickey’s bike. We all know the story of the St Bernard saving the stuck hikers in the snow. He comes with whisky in a barrel strapped to his neck and the people are saved, drunk and happy. Well this isn’t anything like that. When this oil bag supplies it’s slick content to the motor all hell might brake loose. Mothers grab your babies and hide your daughters, Mickey will be ripping through the streets thanks to the 2 quarts of oil supplied by this mini barrel of lubrication.
Today I watched as Rodney bitched at Jeff and shouted orders across the shop while “working”. The oil bag sat lonely under the bike awaiting tubing and mounting devices as Rodney rambled on about things pertaining to the ever increasing price of orange juice and flour. Jeff idled slowly by as Rod’s continued dissertations flowed through the shop in and out of the ears of compatriots as they passed by. I could tell his patience was running short and the relationship stressed by flying sparks and shards of metal was at a crucial moment. Things proved more fruitful towards the later part of the day. The oil bag mounted and the gas tank nearly finished provided evidence the relationship was still operational.
With the frame and swingarm done it is time to tackle the tank. With a little wrestling and a few select words, a tunnel, tank halves and knee pockets have appeared. Now that we have the structure of our tank we will look to the rear of the bike and apply some love to the tail section. I can only hope the tail section accepts the affection I’m prepared to give it. Many tail sections and I have failed to make a connection which leaves them laying in the scrap bin and me alone wondering where I went wrong in the relationship. In these lonely times we learn about ourselves and gather up the strength to move on. Often through heartache beauty is born, I just hope we go all the way on the first date.
Well we are back at the fixturing table and the swingarm is speaking sweet nothing to Jeff and myself. Each tube is falling into place like soldiers on parade. The shock mount is positioned on the demmeler table and there is no escape in sight. It will concede just as the rest of the tubes have done. Tonight Jeff and I will be drinking cold Budweisers knowing we won the battle of 4130 street.
With the help of a whip, I’ve managed to get Jeff to roll the backbone and the two rear legs on Mickey’s new frame. Pain seems to be inspiration for him. When we start the swingarm I might need a small bat to extract the desired results from Jeff.
Well not exactly day one, the first day was spent taking apart a complete 05 softail. We used the neck and frame cradle to start our build. The remainder of the bike will be put to sleep in our stock Harley graveyard next door. May all those unwanted parts RIP. Tomorrow we will begin the rebuild of the chassis, make her better, stronger and faster. Stay tuned for updates.