THE MOTOR-SURFER

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Documenting life during the first attempt at restoring a vintage motorcycle.

Similar to the zen -like feeling that is realized through surfing,
motorcycle repair can elevate the mind to a meditative state that eludes time and space...
Meaning I obsess over it, get frustrated, yell, laugh at myself and overall waste a lot of time.

Monday

Pieces of the Pie - Tale of Two Motors

Dear makers of the screws used in the assembly of the 1974 Kawasaki G3SSD, please consider inflicting severe pain to yourself with whatever blunt instrument in your immediate reachable distance. I have somehow managed to strip all but 2 of the screws your fine company has produced to keep these damn engines together. *&@#$%^&%$#!!!
The story: A gracious ebayer, whom I purchased several parts from, offered to give me an old G3SS motor that was collecting dust. "Perfect!" Now I can Frankenstein the missing pieces together and bring this little monster to life. Well it seems that the screws where made from a metal composed mostly of butter. No amount of downward and lateral force could free these mushy-headed bastards from their tiny homes. Like a lightsaber through a piece of room temperature butter, my screwdriver proceeded to round out the heads of every screw it touched. I tried every size and shape screwdriver I have (4). Next step was buying a carbide drill bit and screw extractor to drill those stubborn little buttery shits out. Guess what?!? I SNAPPED the screw extractor off in the first one! -FAIL- Permanently stuck screw. My Frankenstein dreams snapped off along with the tip of that hardened steel extractor bit. Over it. I'm trying alternative methods and enlisting the assitance of my mustachiod motorcycle repair advisor... Mr. Daniel Galligani. More on him later. For now all I have to say to you Mr. ButterScrewMaker, read my digitus impudicus...


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