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.


Pieces of the Pie - The actual pieces

On the day I brought the bike home, I knew I was undertaking a relatively big task. My experience with motorcycle repair/restoration is limited to my cousin and I at age 11, basically ruining my little 80cc dirt bike while attempting to "clean the carburetor". From a young age, I was naturally gifted at disassembling most anything I could reach. However my re-assembly skills where on par with that of a half-blind, partially retarded baboon.* Somehow I always managed to find leftover screws from the finished projects, reluctant to ever function properly again (99% of which where never broken in the first place). The challenge with this bike has been finding the missing pieces. Recently, late at night, my primal instincts seem to awaken. My senses heighten and the hunter/gatherer in me takes over. Carefully scouring the digital landscape for the weak and feeble sellers of vintage parts, no longer in production. But honestly I have already spent 5X the price I paid for the bike and start to think that my hunting skills are again on par with the above mentioned primate... Armed with only a small set of tools and illegible printed copy of the shop manual, I have struggled to find parts and gauge prices. Luckily enough, I have found that online motorcycle forums have been my most resource. Bursting with enthusiasts and mechanics eager to voice their expertise and opinions. Now that I think about it, what the hell did I do before the internet? Oh right, my dad pretty much knew how to fix everything... But what if my dad and the internet didn't exist? Well neither would I or this stupid blog, so that's an irrelevant question.** Anyways, back to the point. Through the wonderful world of ebay, my new primal hunting grounds, I have managed to gather almost all of the parts for the bike... I think. A few from Thailand, a few from the East Coast and even one from Singapore. Ok, if you have read this far, by now you are probably wondering "how many parts can a single cylinder, 2-stroke motorcycle have??" The questions should actually be, how many parts didn't it have when I got it? The answer is almost all of them. See above for some highlights of what has been delivered.

* No offense to any mentally challenged primates who might read this. We can still be friends.
** I apologize for this type of nonsensical rambling, which is the result of sitting at a desk staring at a computer screen for 8 hours a day.

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