Stifler's Mom

[JustinLonghorn]

Yep, I am on board.

[4eyes]

So.....
While sitting on the garage floor,adjusting the clutch, I noticed that one fuel line (the one that came loose the first time I turned off the choke) had NO fuel filter.
And the other had one that looked like a refugee from a weed-eater.

A quick trip to my favorite hardware store, and I came home with:

1) A spare key!  Now I don't have to act so OCD about where I put my key.

2)Two gravity feed fuel filters with LOTS of flow.

3) A pair of deerskin gloves. To wear while riding, until I can find some good armored gloves that fit.

4) Eight spring type hose-clamps. Which turn out to be too big,

After trimming the fuel line to the right length to run straight with the new filters installed, and installing said filters. I turn on the petcock to check for leaks (after gathering my gear for a shake-down run). And gas RUNS out of the carbs and onto the top of the case, then forms a puddle on the driveway.
Of course I suspect the new filters have a split, or a loose fit with the fuel line. But I fondle and wiggle everything I just assembled, and nothing is even damp, nadda, zip.    So as I sit there on the concrete staring at the carbs, I turn the petcock back on.......and fuel POURS out of......the left carb's OVERFLOW! Now I'm thinking CRAP, now I gotta rebuild the damn carbs.
But in a somewhat weak and flickering "flash of brilliance" I blip the throttle. Turn the petcock back on and......IT WORKS!!! Not even a drip.

So, I put my gear on, kick it ONCE, and enjoy a couple of brisk turns around the neighborhood.
When I stop, I leave her running as I pull off my helmet, and bend over and check for anything dribbling. Not a drop! 
So I turn off the petcock, and then the ignition, and roll her back into the garage. As I swing my leg off, I hear the distant rumbles of thunder. Finished just in time.

[CrescentSon]

Congrats on the shake down boss. Way to dodge the carb rebuild.

[4eyes]

What do you think the chances are. that a little Mom & Pop hardware store would have a key-blank for a '72 Yamaha? There is a reason that place is my favorite place in town.
And I gotta buy/make a bike lift. I'm too damn old and busticated to sit cross-legged on the concrete.

[Erskine]

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So, I put my gear on, kick her ONCE, and enjoy a couple of brisk turns around the neighborhood.
When I stop, I leave her running as I pull off my helmet, and bend over and check for anything dribbling. Not a drop! 
So I turn off the petcock, and then the ignition, and roll her back into the garage. As I swing my leg off, I hear the distant rumbles of thunder. Finished just in time.

Way way to many double entendres going on here, but I'm sure Stifler's Mom likes it that way

[4eyes]

Maybe you are just dirty minded. LOL

[theprep]

Nice bike, going back all original?

[4eyes]

Nice bike, going back all original?

Not even close.
Staring with Bridgestone Battlaxes and Moto Carrera pipes, and working my way up from there to superbike bars and bar-end mirrors. 
I'm planning to attempt fabricating an alloy tank too.

[sxecafe]

Esquistite analogy between an Iconic figure and your bike. I like your line of thinking.

[4eyes]

It's so tempting to set the charge-card on meltdown, and surround myself with a pile of bitchin' parts. 
But I'm trying to pace myself, and only buy stuff when I actually need them. First is tires and bars. The Cheng-shits on there now aren't very confidence inspiring. And I still need bar-end mirrors, the work-around with the existing mirror is a compromise at best.

But before that I have to deal with the DMV, and get legal.
Because I'm not buyin' the fake boobs, until the wench has my name on her! 

[sxecafe]

Because I'm not buyin' the fake boobs, until the wench has my name on her! 

HAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHA

[4eyes]

I went to the DMV today, and found out I have to do a "bonded title", because it was a bill-of-sale only deal. 
It's a relatively simple process, but time consuming.    I have to take it to a State Police station for a VIN search, then mail the document from that and the BOS to the freakin' State Capitol. When I eventually hear back from them 10-25 days est., I get to buy a Bond costing approx. 10% of the estimated value, and take all that to the DMV......to hopefully come home with a tag and title.

I hate paperwork worse the electrical stuff.
 

[sxecafe]

weak city, population you, bud! Where do you live?

[4eyes]

Arkansas

This shit just started last year. But the DMV has always been a BLACK HOLE.

 On the bright side, I should be legal by ......... Spring. 

[4eyes]

The weather today was sunny and in the 70s, and the forecast is rainy, windy, cold and basically shitty, for the
rest of the week.   So I decided, to hell with the paperwork, I'm havin' fun in the sun.
So I took the old girl for a tour around town, stopping at the old fashioned Barber Shop downtown to let some friends
get their first look. The place is owned/staffed with cops/ex-cops, and most have an old bike. (even a few two smokes)

After a mutual admiration session, I rode to my wife's work, so she could show her co-workers. (how crazy her husband is)
The wind was picking up, and "Stifler's Mom" was doing the hoochie-coochie on her side-stand. After being in the building for a half hour, I noticed the bike was leaning more than usual as I started it up. And when I folded the side-stand up, it didn't go back where it normally does. I wiggled it and it felt like a mounting bolt was loose, so I rode straight home.
After pulling up outside my garage, and shutting down the engine, I pushed the side-stand down, AND IT FELL OFF!!!


After putting it up on the center-stand, I cleaned the loose part up and found that it had torn off.   The steel sheared in an almost straight line in two places.
So now I get to weld it back on.   I know I should strip the bike down to the bare frame, flip it upside down, and weld it on properly. But I'm tempted to just lay on the floor, weld overhead, and try to set various and sundry pieces of myself aflame.