Showing posts with label pw50. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pw50. Show all posts
Sunday, October 13, 2013
Monday, October 7, 2013
Shell Lake Bombers
Me and the boys headed up to the lake this weekend for some dirt busting. Elliott was rocking the PW hard doing epic long skids, standing up on the pegs and even popping a few wheelies. Hope we get another one in before the white stuff flies.
Tuesday, May 21, 2013
EPPic weekend in the dirt
Got a chance to pass on the fever this weekend to the family. Had an absolute blast ripping the fields at the lake with my Love and my big Guy. Love these peeps. Soo fun.
Monday, May 6, 2013
Otopasso bound
The family and I headed out to Otopasso for the opening day races. It was a big hit with the boys and when we got home Elliott was pretty damn sure he was not going another minute without riding his birthday present. So he did. Now I gotta get the XT back up and running so we can get out to the trails!
Tuesday, February 26, 2013
The PeeWee Project
Elliott thought I better put the whole project up on the blog. So here goes.
The PeeWee came cheap and had some pretty cheesy graphics, but the guy I bought it from had a brand new set of plastics and seat that he'd bought but hadn't use yet. He also said he did graphics packages for bikes and could do something different if I didn't like the angry clown motif.
I got the bike home and assessed the project. It needed wheel bearings front and back, the neck bearings were shot, the forks were seized, the carb leaked, the throttle didn't snap closed, etc etc. A perfect mule from day one. I decided to save the work for Elliott and I to do together. "You ride it, you wrench it."
So I cleaned it up a little, put the new plastics on, and did a little cosmetic painting, mostly so that the wife wouldn't shoot me for spending $300 on a piece of shit. Got the new graphics from the guy a little while later with the #05 on it and waited for Elliott's 5th birthday.
He was obviously stoked.
That weekend I was informed that the garage was now split three ways between Carole, myself and Elliott, because if he was going to own a bike then he needed a garage to work on it. I graciously accepted this truth and my new shop mate and I began tearing the PW apart.
Elliott did all the work. I'd break the bolt for him and he'd wrench it out. When he got distracted with something else I'd start working on my Panhead or the Shovel. He'd come back a few minutes later and ask, "Now what?" I'd give him some direction as to what to do pull off next and he'd get back at it. Sometimes the music was too much to resist and an impromptu dance party broke out.
Pretty soon we had that thing stripped down pretty good.
Over the next few weeks we pulled the front end apart and rebuilt it (new seals, cleaned up the threads, new neck bearings and races, and some paint. Also did the wheel bearings and replaced the throttle cable. We discovered a few other things along the way, but the boy kept at it and did the lions share of the work himself.
We got Elliott's bike all back together and I said, "Ok now you have to kick start it. Because if you can't kick start it, you can't ride it." Challenge accepted.
The PeeWee came cheap and had some pretty cheesy graphics, but the guy I bought it from had a brand new set of plastics and seat that he'd bought but hadn't use yet. He also said he did graphics packages for bikes and could do something different if I didn't like the angry clown motif.
I got the bike home and assessed the project. It needed wheel bearings front and back, the neck bearings were shot, the forks were seized, the carb leaked, the throttle didn't snap closed, etc etc. A perfect mule from day one. I decided to save the work for Elliott and I to do together. "You ride it, you wrench it."
So I cleaned it up a little, put the new plastics on, and did a little cosmetic painting, mostly so that the wife wouldn't shoot me for spending $300 on a piece of shit. Got the new graphics from the guy a little while later with the #05 on it and waited for Elliott's 5th birthday.
He was obviously stoked.
That weekend I was informed that the garage was now split three ways between Carole, myself and Elliott, because if he was going to own a bike then he needed a garage to work on it. I graciously accepted this truth and my new shop mate and I began tearing the PW apart.
Elliott did all the work. I'd break the bolt for him and he'd wrench it out. When he got distracted with something else I'd start working on my Panhead or the Shovel. He'd come back a few minutes later and ask, "Now what?" I'd give him some direction as to what to do pull off next and he'd get back at it. Sometimes the music was too much to resist and an impromptu dance party broke out.
Over the next few weeks we pulled the front end apart and rebuilt it (new seals, cleaned up the threads, new neck bearings and races, and some paint. Also did the wheel bearings and replaced the throttle cable. We discovered a few other things along the way, but the boy kept at it and did the lions share of the work himself.
We got Elliott's bike all back together and I said, "Ok now you have to kick start it. Because if you can't kick start it, you can't ride it." Challenge accepted.
Just waiting for the snow to melt. Com'on spring!
Monday, January 21, 2013
Lucky ass
The children of Mules are best described as Asses. Mine is about to become
among the luckiest little Ass you've ever known. Feb. 1st Little Ninjas
turns 5 and Dad's been busy in the garage putting this bad boy together.
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