The next morning I found that my battery was fried so we jumped it and hit the road. I had just finished a new tank for the trip to give me added fuel capacity but found that my bike likes to eat a lot of gas and ended up running out of gas 5 different times on the trip. The super B is about to find it's way into the garbage can. We took smaller highways to get to our destination. We were about 50 miles away from Des Moines when I sheared all of the rivets holding my sprocket to my drum. It wasn't looking good... the sun was setting and all we could think about were 1 dollar Hamms and Tacos. Eugene headed back into town to find some one that may have had a welder. He ran into an older gentleman named Richard who said that his Son and law Eugene had a welder and that he would lead us to his Garage. Warren and Brian pegged me back into town and into Eugene's garage where he was kind enough to weld my sprocket to my drum. I couldn't believe it.... what could have been a day ender turned into 30 minutes of down time and two new friends. We rolled into the Kung Fu Tap and Taco just as the sun was setting. We couldn't have asked for a better ride.
Brian's spacer ate up his bearing
Eugene adjusting push rods
Pounding out the old bearings but all I had were 5/8 I.D. bearings so we shaved his axle down on the Lathe.
A weird mushroom trip.
Warren on old faithful
No Gas and No Power
Watching my bike not start.
Mitch is a snake charmer in his spare time.
Getting pegged back to civilization
Eugene was kind enough to weld up my sprocket for me
Eugene, myself and Richard. I can't thank these two guys enough.
After Dave and I helped you w/the bungie in the chain at the camp and you guys took off, I said to myself,"Thats Josh K and crew from IL--dang!" I was in such a zoned out state...sorry for no introduction. Glad you made it back w/no issues---catch you again soon--! JW in MN
real sweet times looks like you hombres had loads of fun
I like the 27 cent tank graphics.
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