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 - Carb Shark

On to the next stage of cleaning and discovering broken/missing pieces. I managed to get the carburetor off the block. But I think I removed it incorrectly as a bunch of springs and pieces fell out. I somehow managed to leave the slide throttle valve still attached to the throttle cable and can't seem to get it off either. My lack of experience and a legible manual is starting to show. From the outside the carb looked fairly clean. I opened the float chamber and laughed out loud. The floats where gone! The chamber was empty, except for a thick white crust lining the inside, like stalagmite in an ancient cave. How did this thing run before?!? From the amount of build (see pics above) I estimate that Betty hasn't seen any road time for at least a few years. Maybe more. If she did even start, I doubt it ran for long, considering the lack of gear-shifting capabilities, air filter and functioning carburetor among the myriad of missing essential parts. Not even going to bother trying to clean this thing. Already bidding for a replacement on ebay.

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