Friday, October 7, 2011
GVCA
This afternoon I'm packing up my Triumph into the Hyundai and heading northeast to 'ol Grass Valley to hang with the Throwbacks and try to finish fab on the Triumph. If all works out, I will be coming home Sunday night with all fab finished, including the new oil tank and exhaust, plus freshly rebuilt head. Then I can finally concentrate on rebuilding the motor (with a lot of help). When the rain stops in April or May I should be rolling on a pre-unit and spend the summer working the bugs out. And yes, I feel guilty leaving my pregnant wife alone all weekend. Hopefully there are enough crime shows on to keep her busy :)
Thursday, October 6, 2011
Fonzie's Tr5 Up for Auction
The 1949 TR5 that Bud Ekins built (perhaps slapped together) for Happy Days and now Mean Marshall owns is going up for auction! And I will not afford it, shucks. Info
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Glory Days
I was screwing around on Wayback Machine looking at my old blog from 10-11 years ago (that's right, I did it before it was cool!), and found some old pics of me.
2001 Jason would make fun of pudgy bald 2011 Jason. But there are many reasons to make fun of 2001 Jason.
BMX was my life. Even though I completely sucked, I miss those days.
Banned from UT Campus
2001 Jason would make fun of pudgy bald 2011 Jason. But there are many reasons to make fun of 2001 Jason.
BMX was my life. Even though I completely sucked, I miss those days.
Banned from UT Campus
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
Tank'd
I went and picked up some brit odds and ends for Troop, one of which was a Trump tank. I popped that sucker on my '67, looks good. I'm looking forward to Clubmans again in March, a week after our bambino is expected, to try to pick up all the major pieces I need to start my scrambler project. First finish pre-unit. Then finish CB750. Then I can work on the '67 with a BABYBJÖRN strapped to my chest.
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
The Great Watermelon Disappointment of 2011
Way way back in April when we first built and planted our garden, we started 2 little watermelon seeds. For 3 months those 2 little girl barely grew bigger than a 3 leaf seedling, and they just looked horrible and sad. Finally, one of them just gave up and died. But the other held strong. We wondered if our little watermelon would ever grow.
And then one day it did. And it grew and grew and soon filled the entire planter. But that wasn't enough for the little watermelon plant. It wanted more. And it grew and grew and soon was spilling out all over the yard.
But no watermelons.
But soon, little flowers appeared. Our friendly white butterly flapped around happily at all the lush green vegetation. Soon, our neighbors the bees showed up and buzzed around the flowers. And then one day, a tiny little marble sized watermelon appeared.
And it grew and grew. It loved the sunshine we were finally getting. Soon, 9 of her sisters appeared and also grew. We watched as the eldest melon kept getting larger and larger.
And one day it was so large that we decided it was time. I picked that watermelon, anticipating the delicious red treat inside. When I cut it open I discovered a half ripe fruit. The amount of disappointment I felt was staggering. I had watched and nurtured this fruit for months and months, and here I went and destroyed its potential. I didn't research when to harvest. I just assumed a big melon was ready.
I learned my lesson and will be patient with the other 9. Hopefully the turn in the weather doesn't kill the plant before they are ripe.
And then one day it did. And it grew and grew and soon filled the entire planter. But that wasn't enough for the little watermelon plant. It wanted more. And it grew and grew and soon was spilling out all over the yard.
But no watermelons.
But soon, little flowers appeared. Our friendly white butterly flapped around happily at all the lush green vegetation. Soon, our neighbors the bees showed up and buzzed around the flowers. And then one day, a tiny little marble sized watermelon appeared.
And it grew and grew. It loved the sunshine we were finally getting. Soon, 9 of her sisters appeared and also grew. We watched as the eldest melon kept getting larger and larger.
And one day it was so large that we decided it was time. I picked that watermelon, anticipating the delicious red treat inside. When I cut it open I discovered a half ripe fruit. The amount of disappointment I felt was staggering. I had watched and nurtured this fruit for months and months, and here I went and destroyed its potential. I didn't research when to harvest. I just assumed a big melon was ready.
I learned my lesson and will be patient with the other 9. Hopefully the turn in the weather doesn't kill the plant before they are ripe.
Monday, October 3, 2011
The Real "Granpa's Tools"
Almost 2 years ago I wrote a short story called "Granpa's Tools." Recently, someone on the internet posted this letter from his father is 1991 when he was 4 years old. His father was dying from Leukemia. It struck a chord and is eerily similar to my short story, which is complete fiction. Read both.
Here is a direct link to the original post.
Here is a direct link to the original post.
Sunday, October 2, 2011
Steve McQueen's 1964 Triumph TR6
The inspiration for my '67 TR6. Steve McQueen, of course. I was originally going to do a mild swingarm custom, but after drooling over the Hammarhead Industries Jack Pine Scrambler, I decided I really want the real thing. That 2 into 1 exhaust is just so sexy. And McQueen, too.
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