Tuesday, March 9
Progress? What progress?
A few months ago I had a sweet running, stock '52 Panhead. And today I wish I'd kept it that way.
Now that there is a little sunshine warming our backs, and the snowstorms seem less frequent, I want to ride, not sit staring at wiring diagrams, service manuals, or parts that won't fit.
I have some undercover workspace, but no workbench, not even a vice. I'm getting sick of making do and getting by, trying to get a bike back on the road with no spare time, few tools and dwindling enthusiasm.
With little experience or mechanical aptitude, I've realised the cutdown bars I thought were ready for the internal throttle actually need reaming out for the control coil plug to fit, and I need to drill and re-tap the hole in the bars where the grub screw sits to hold the control coil plug steady. Fiddly fucking nonsense, and all my fault for being impetuous and not looking ahead.
Then I need to clean and powdercoat the old star hub I have, and fit new bearings. Then I'm going to try to lace the hub to my 18" repro 45 rim.
Oh... then I need to rewire the bike, paint and fit Irish Rich's tanks (if they ever arrive; I think customs are totting up what I owe them and are luxuriating in the task), decide what to run as a rear fender and light, and all while spending 12 hours a day trying to publish the magazine and look after two kids under two.
Ever feel you've bitten off more than you can chew?
(By the way, in the current economic climate, I want to support British companies, but when one of the UK's largest online Harley parts suppliers quoted me £27 – $40! – for a handlebar end spring, I decided I'm keeping my business with JW Boon in Holland, W&W in Germany and US suppliers).