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 - Gettin Kreemy

Today is the day we get Kreemed. The neglected gas tank of our beloved little motorcycle finally gets some well deserved attention. Although the previous owner(s) had applied several hundred coats of spray-paint to the outside of the tank, they failed to realize that whats on the inside is what really matters... Meaning the years of neglect have left the inside of our tank rustier than an old trombone... uh never mind bad analogy. Anyways this 3-part kit basically dissolves the rust and coats the inside with a creamy gooey epoxy-like gel that seals it up and prevents further oxidation. Almost like getting a new tank... kinda.

Grinding the paint off - from previous post "Getting Tanked"

The whole process is supposed to take a whole day and promises to be an epic pain in the ass - First you have to rinse the tank with a degreaser several times and then toss a handful of wood screws in the tank and fill up with the included "Tank Prep A", shake like a Bond-style martini for several hours, loosening all the rust flakes etc... then an overnight bath in the etching/rinsing fluid, "Tank Prep B", which finely etches the metal to allow the coating to stick to the tank. Finally the Kreem. Just pour in the goop and slowly rotate to make sure the entire inside gets coated well, then let it dry for 30 hours. And that's it. Keep your fingers crossed I don't blow it. I can only imagine coating my intestines while accidentally grabbing the Kreem bottle sitting next to my beerverage.

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