these are danny perkins' bikes.
we are fixin them up and selling them for him.
they are rad.
Thursday, January 7, 2010
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3 comments:
Totally tubular dude.
steg and i took these bikes out for a ride yesterday. the black one has a bad clutch that walks pretty hard, and it doesn't find neutral hardly ever. the silver one has the mousetrap with the chain, so shifting means you have to be really good. stalling either bike means a whole lot of kicking.
i started out on the black bike. got her kicked over, sat on it and we were ready to take off, but the second i put her in gear, she stalled. so i kicked. and kicked and kicked. steg was sitting atop silver stallion trying to show patience. she started.
we took off down the road and into some heavy sunday downtown traffic. the clutch started walking and it took most of my might to hold her back from the car ahead of me. no front brake, forward controls. then she stalled cuz i choked her. which was definitely my bad.
it took even more muscle, that i only found because i was stalled on a kickstart in the middle of traffic, to push the bitch to the other side of the road in gear.
i was tired. real tired.
steg put me on silver and started pushing black back toward the shop. i forgot the mousetrap and didnt slam the clutch hard enough and she stalled right when i put it in gear. i, as well as the many people on the street, heard steg exclaim: "Are you fucking kidding me?!"
so i get to kicking and she's had it. she doesnt want to start. steg kicks it about 20 times and she roars to life. i start walking away to push the black bike. steg says "where the fuck do you think you're going? ride this bike back."
i said i didn't want to. he looked at me in disgust.
"listen here missy. get your ass on this fucking bike and ride it. ride it like you know what the fuck you're doing. don't stall it even ONCE on your way back. NOW GET ON!"
i was glad for the pep talk. my spirits were low.
i rode the bronco back as instructed. even hotrodded it for comfort.
steg came back with black, let some tension off the clutch plate and started kicking it. my only thought was "are you kidding?" i thought the ordeal was over.
it was dark and raining at that point. my mind was a tizzy of failure and exhaustion. i said to steg: "Ok. I will ride with you on either one of these bikes right now. But the only reason is that I can't say no."
luckily, neither bike would start for either one of us.
your job sounds fucking RAD!
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