Any plans for the color scheme yet?
Thanks for letting us tag along......
I'm thinking about red. Maybe two tone or three tone, not sure. I'm thinking some pinstripes on the frame as in the "old" days might look good.
As I said before, my thought about the tank is to make it in two pieces, left and right halves. The left half may have the oil tank up front with the rear portion being a reserve tank. There may be some internal areas opened up so my wiring harness and the electrical controls can be hidden away.
I'm trying to figure out how to incorporate a speedo and tach, both 60mm or about 2-3/8" diameter. I've ridden my buddy's Black Betty and without a speedo you end up going
way too fast.
I'm also toying with the idea of converting to hydraulic clutch but not sure of the pay off on that. Mirrors are another item that are hard to hide or to do right. They have to
fit the style of the bike without looking out of place.
I know I'll be doing a spring leather seat, probably brown leather. There are several companies making pretty cool seats. Some are dirt cheep, about $70 with springs, and some approaching the $300 range. Again the seat will need to sized large enough for my fat ass but not look too large for the bike.
The frame will be here in about two more weeks. When it arrives I'll pop pictures and get them up for you all to view.
Thoughts and suggestions are always appreciated.
Thanks for the interest in my project.
My neighbor was over last night and looked in my garage and about crapped. We live in a very small subdivision and I'm the only one on my street with a 3-car garage. My wife does a little house cleaning for a few selected friends and one of them had a '96 Honda Helix from his father in-law with 598 miles. It doesn't run and my wife said Dan can fix anything, so it's now in my garage with the nastyist smelling varnish for gas. It reminds me of my very early years when I was learning mechanical chit from my dad. We started a marina and I ended up being the mechanic. Lots of old outboard motors came in just stinking of the gar turned varnish. Once you smell it you can't get it out of your nose for nothing.
Speaking of the old marina back in the mid '60s to mid '70s, I started to do the work while in my mid highschool years. To get started we had just a 55 gallon water drum and I had gas on the lake for sale. Not much of a start but when we sold the marina we sold Johnson outboards, Mercury outboards, Polaris snowmobiles, Johnson snowmobiles, Arctic Cat snowmobiles, Four Winns boat, Crest pontoon boats and during our early years we sold Bridgestone motorcycles. They were always a day late and a dollar short on their models and motor sizes. When everyone else came out with 250 cc bikes, Bridgestone came out with the 175 cc bike. When the other went to 450/500 cc bikes Bridgstone came out with the 350 cc bike. I'll have to say though that they always ran better and faster than the "other" larger bikes.
I'm sorry for getting off track here, I was going down the path to what we expect from a service provider and how we perceive them. I was about 15 when I started and people would bring in their motors for work and I also did service calls within about a 50 mile radius to all the lakes in our central Michigan rural area. I never gave it a thought then that I was just a
kid and these people respected our marina and just took it for granted that I would do the job needed to fix their toys.
Today I would no sooner take anything to a service facility and knowinly drop off my toy to a 15 or even 18 year old kid.
Back then it was just a different time and people trusted people. The area had great trust and respect for my dad, so I was grandfathered in, so to speak. I look today at all the young people getting out of school and most of them want to go to college for the big bucks, I can't blame them on that. But what about the trades, where are we going to get qualified people to build our homes, schools, roads, or work on our cars and bikes? We're losing our youth to the white collar jobs.
Okay, I'm rambling and once my fingers start talking, I can't shut them up. Sorry for the trip down my memory lane.
Later to all and I'll keep you all posted as I go. No time for spell chech, got to go.