Caption: Meat Barn was full on saturday night with Ed's shovel, the Meat mobile, the blue bike, Roach mobile and the Heritage.
Easter weekend ended up turning out to be a success for a couple reasons: weather was nice, got the gas tank for the Roach Mobile, and she was standing on her own two legs.
Jon and I were out in the garage trying to get some final things done on the bike when Chachi and Hunter stopped by to do a little work on their bikes and say hello.
Got a call from Eddy Akers that he was going to take the shovel out for the first time so he headed out to see us from Brooklyn. We let him know we didn't mind coming to pick him up in with the trailer if things went to shit, but we really didn't want to. Kenny, a neighbor of the Meat Barn, stopped by to show us his old van that he was taking to the scrap yard for some $ but Jon and I both thought it could serve us a little better (painted flat black, MB stickers, rip out the seats and she'd be a glorified work truck). Turned out she had more problems than the $400 was worth.
While Jon was out joyriding around the block in the van I got a call from Ed that he was broke down. Luckily, he said he didn't need the trailer, just a couple quarts of oil because he apparently lost it all somewhere along the Northern State Parkway.
Caption: Ed doing a little roadside wrenching on the Northern State Parkway. He left his picnic basket at home.
When I pulled up I kind of thought Ed was fuckin with me because the spot he was camped out at looked like a little picnic area with an adequate amount of shade, and seemed to inviting. Found out he really did have some issues. Cam cover came loose on the ride, and spilled out all the oil along the road, all over the bike and wherever else it decided to. Axle nut came loose and was damn close to making the rest of Ed's day miserable. While he made some adjustments for the ride back home I set off for the hardware store for an axle nut, bigger wrench, and a few slices of pizza.
Sadly one of the brass fittings had been lost with the oil, but we got everything tightened back up, new oil in it, a new axle nut to keep it together, and after more than a handful of kicks she was running.
Gotta admit, she sounded pretty damn good on the way back and it was tough for me keeping up in my jeep while Ed ripped through traffic with his cloud of smoke.The trip back wasn't too bad, we were only 15-20 miles from the shop and traffic wasn't too bad.
Once we got back to the shop Chachi and Hunter were gone and Jon was hard at work in the shop. Apparently I was gone longer than I thought, because when I walked into the shop, Jon had already whipped up some of his magic on the new pipes and I was pretty blown away. Earlier in the morning I stopped by an exhaust shop in Amittyville and picked up some "scrap" exhaust for $40. I wasn't happy about the price for scraps, but the pipes had never been used before and a new set of custom pipes isn't something I want to be paying for right now.
Caption: Front exhaust pipes tacked and looking good.
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