That's right,me hearties!The happy reaper is headed to Bangalore to get the bike back.Tejinder has been kind enough to let me crash at his place,so now all i have to do is show up,cart the bike over to Ron's and get her fired up.
I plan on running her in there and then installing those wicked little pipes onto her.The family has been very supportive of all this madness and I'm very,very happy.
I've never mentioned how my family has been involved in this project,so here goes.
Dad,for listening to me patiently,putting up with gross stupidity and occasional bailouts.Not to mention making his tools disappear when he most needed them.
Mom for not taking my case when she'd see my bank statements and grease stained T shirts and road rash skittered fore arms from riding bikes.
Sister no 4:Divya,helped me score parts from Bombay,gave me writing assignments for Vitamin M.
Sister no 1:Pooja,has indulged my madness,ordered very expensive stuff for me and the bike.
I'd like to thank whoever has helped me physically in getting her this far.
1)Rohinton Dara Chinoy - For guidance,taking up the engine build,learning and generally making me see some sense.
2)Tejinder Pal Singh - Friend and 2 stroke nerd extraordinaire,parts supplier and supporter.
3)Shyam Mohan - Friend,partner in crime,fellow 2 stroker and a very helpful guy.
4)Ashwani Rana - Workshop owner,ex racer.If it wasn't for him I would never have known what a 2 stroke is.
5)Mohith Saradhy - Cool Mohith,diplomatic to the core.Thanks for getting the old man to take my job.
6)Tanya and Eman - My neighbour's kids.They helped me paint the bike and get my enthusiasm back for this project.
PS:I remember once asking them for ideas for a date.Tanya was 14 at that time and i think Eman was about 9.The 14 year old said cut the power to her flat and have a candle light dinner.The 9 year old gave me very sage advice saying I should gift my then girlfriend a frog.
Gotta love astute kids.
7)Nikhil Mahajan - Uber nerd and very good friend.Helped me cart the bike and gas tank around when i managed to pull a muscle in my lower back.
It's been a very weird 3 years since I tore the bike down and crated her.All the people I've mentioned and by association their friends who have wished me well on this project will always have my gratitude.
I'll be taking a few pics and uploading them when I get to Bangalore.Till then,like someone said in a brilliant cult movie,"I'll see you on the flip side."
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
Monday, May 24, 2010
Comestics,a start..
Sandpaper,fine grit,check.
Spray paint cans,check.
Neighbours kids signed up as willing help,check.
This was fairly straightforward.First,I unbolted all the bits that needed paint and set the kids onto them with sandpaper.I was lucky since the tank had been covered by body filler and sprayed down with a basecoat.
Fork lowers,upper t-plate and the gas tank were sanded lightly and then rubbed down with some muslin like cotton dipped in thinner.
Gave the kids the spray cans and told them to go ape on the thing.It came out rather nicely,IMHO.
I found a guy who specialises in powder coating and plating stuff,so next to go will be the rims and engine side cases.I have no idea of how to plan all this,so far I've been going by feel.Seems to have turned out alright.
Some pics to ponder over:
Decisions,decisions,what carb to use?TMX 34s or the TM28SS series?
LPG taps for the gas tank.Cheaper and they flow more than a Pingle.I'm guesstimating about 900 cc's a minute.Should be more than enough to keep me out of trouble.
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
She lives!
And how?well,to be honest,her heart is still in bangalore,but most of here is still here.I'm gonna be uploading a shitload of images in the next hour or so.Kinda keeps things in perspective.If anyone bitches about the colour of the frame,tough shit.It's done and ain't gonna change.The tank is going to be matt black and the wheels are going to be powdercoated black too.Same with the front forks.
And,no I'm not selling my stock exhaust pipes,because I sold the bastards when I took the bike apart.So there.
Note:Those are TZ350 F pipes.Yamaha factory.Don;t ask how much or why or when.My credit card statement haunts me.
She does look kinda hot,though,doesn't she?
Thursday, September 3, 2009
getting bored.pissing cats and dogs in delhi.But,I did do some smart spending.I bought me a brand new pirelli scorpion MT tyre for the bike.Rear wheel,110/90/18.Soft rubber.The rolling frame is ready.flat black paint(i know it's ghetto,but cool in an 80's kinda way) with one russian federation star on either side of the gas tank.Now,to figure out exhaust pipes.I did see some cheap DG pipes on ebay and am kinda hoping I can get something like them.Ron refuses to do pipes for now(read,eternity).So,I'm going to have to resort to something else.I've got 2 crates of motul 800,2 liters of motomix and about 7k for gas money.I'm pretty much set for 2 months of riding.
I'll be taking it easy on the bike for about 2 days or so,running her in on ring road.lots of flyovers and sweeping turns.I'm still trying to decide if i need to throw high test fuel into her or not.I'll avoid detonation for sure,but considering she's going to be breathing with 28 mm mik flatslides with powerjets,bigger reeds and uni filters,I'm worried about how much ignition advance she'll be willing to take.i'm hoping all she will do is offer a fouled plug in protest,considering how foulmouthed she was.
the wait is torture,but,as the old saw goes,everything good comes with time.On that note,I say goodnight to my loving readers and hello to my alprax.
I'll be taking it easy on the bike for about 2 days or so,running her in on ring road.lots of flyovers and sweeping turns.I'm still trying to decide if i need to throw high test fuel into her or not.I'll avoid detonation for sure,but considering she's going to be breathing with 28 mm mik flatslides with powerjets,bigger reeds and uni filters,I'm worried about how much ignition advance she'll be willing to take.i'm hoping all she will do is offer a fouled plug in protest,considering how foulmouthed she was.
the wait is torture,but,as the old saw goes,everything good comes with time.On that note,I say goodnight to my loving readers and hello to my alprax.
Sunday, July 19, 2009
Depression days.
Well,it's been a long time.Commitments at work,including bizzare work hours and keeping up with the parents during the day has started taking it's toll.I'm grouchier,nastier and generally spend my waking hours in a foul-bordering-on-pissed-off mood.
2 weeks ago,I celebrated my 28th birthday.Total downer.No girlfriend,no bike,quit booze(long story) ,almost turned vegan(I though it had something to do with Las Vegas,but we'll get to that) ,friends were at work and to make things funnier,I was wide awake with nothing to do.
When a person tries quantifying what he/she has achieved at the grand age of 28 on said individual's birthday,it generally leads to disaster which could cause bouts of depression resulting in temporary insanity.
It's going to be a year and a half of no bike.I'm driving a new Wagon R(nicknamed the Nerdmobile) by me and I've started hating it.It's a nice,quiet,comfortable and boring car.Nothing like the old souped up 800 of yore,which used to run a blatty exhaust,free flow filter,dropped head and body panels which would be hanging on by some unknown law of physics.It was crude,loud,agile and a complete hoot to drive.I had many happy memories in that car.First necking session.First speeding ticket at 138 kph in front of a hospital.First major accident in which the floor got ripped open.Blasting down the road in front of the lotus temple at 2 am with the rear end fishtailing around corners.Pitching it wide and barelling up a dirt road sideways,like Tony Pond in one of the great lakes rallies.
Sigh...all the fun thingsI used to do have been away from me for so long,that I'm beginning to get worried if I'll ever be able to do crazy ass shit again.Maybe it's a sign of aging.I'm definitely crabbier and I keep on lusting after things I'm not supposed to do for all practical purposes.Like get piss drunk and drive down to Rishikesh to get high on some good hash.Then stop by a sugarcane farm and buy a kilo of fresh,hot jaggery and eat that on the way back home.Like listening to metallica at earsplitting volume while gargling with beer and cigar smoke,trying to sound like Hetfield.Or that one night of unlimited drinking resulting in me waking up in bed with the office whore with "Stud muffin" written on my chest in red lipstick.
You know.Crazy,fun shit with not an iota of thought spent on the possible consequences.
That's when I start thinking,the Rd will come back and chaos will rule again.Girls will start calling .Dope will show up in the mail.Alcohol will be administered by IV,the Rishikesh cops will start calling home.The Doon sugarcane farmers will rejoice.The mind will be at peace for it will be too tired to think.Brain dead riding for the last 300 kms.The word "smashed" will take on a much more peaceful meaning.
Ron,I hope your reading this,becuase I need my bike.Bad.Just like that fucked up offspring song.
2 weeks ago,I celebrated my 28th birthday.Total downer.No girlfriend,no bike,quit booze(long story) ,almost turned vegan(I though it had something to do with Las Vegas,but we'll get to that) ,friends were at work and to make things funnier,I was wide awake with nothing to do.
When a person tries quantifying what he/she has achieved at the grand age of 28 on said individual's birthday,it generally leads to disaster which could cause bouts of depression resulting in temporary insanity.
It's going to be a year and a half of no bike.I'm driving a new Wagon R(nicknamed the Nerdmobile) by me and I've started hating it.It's a nice,quiet,comfortable and boring car.Nothing like the old souped up 800 of yore,which used to run a blatty exhaust,free flow filter,dropped head and body panels which would be hanging on by some unknown law of physics.It was crude,loud,agile and a complete hoot to drive.I had many happy memories in that car.First necking session.First speeding ticket at 138 kph in front of a hospital.First major accident in which the floor got ripped open.Blasting down the road in front of the lotus temple at 2 am with the rear end fishtailing around corners.Pitching it wide and barelling up a dirt road sideways,like Tony Pond in one of the great lakes rallies.
Sigh...all the fun thingsI used to do have been away from me for so long,that I'm beginning to get worried if I'll ever be able to do crazy ass shit again.Maybe it's a sign of aging.I'm definitely crabbier and I keep on lusting after things I'm not supposed to do for all practical purposes.Like get piss drunk and drive down to Rishikesh to get high on some good hash.Then stop by a sugarcane farm and buy a kilo of fresh,hot jaggery and eat that on the way back home.Like listening to metallica at earsplitting volume while gargling with beer and cigar smoke,trying to sound like Hetfield.Or that one night of unlimited drinking resulting in me waking up in bed with the office whore with "Stud muffin" written on my chest in red lipstick.
You know.Crazy,fun shit with not an iota of thought spent on the possible consequences.
That's when I start thinking,the Rd will come back and chaos will rule again.Girls will start calling .Dope will show up in the mail.Alcohol will be administered by IV,the Rishikesh cops will start calling home.The Doon sugarcane farmers will rejoice.The mind will be at peace for it will be too tired to think.Brain dead riding for the last 300 kms.The word "smashed" will take on a much more peaceful meaning.
Ron,I hope your reading this,becuase I need my bike.Bad.Just like that fucked up offspring song.
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Still going on!
Phew,It's been a hectic few months,what with the recession and the other palaver.My rolling frame is ready,will be adding pics shortly.Now to score some rearsets, tyres and a seat and I should be pretty much set.
I got an interesting call from Ron today.Mostly filled with invective and something about thermocol beads running around the house and landing in his fishtank,the neighbours' house and infiltrating his living room and something about rooting around in a bucket for carb parts.
I managed not to laugh,but had to give in because my lungs were about to explode.
It was just too funny for words.To make matters interesting,he kept on ranting about having little balls all over the place.
The fact of the matter is that I prefer packaging delicate parts in thermocol beads from my deflated bean bag.If that thing can cushion my butt,why can't it cushion a few parts?
Using this deadly logic,I forgot to warn him the first time I sent my bike's crank to him.
Result:complete pandemonium when the crank was fished out.Except this time the fishtank wasn't setup.It led to a few laughs initially,with Ron getting his maid to clean up and the Mrs looking on with a benevolent(if slightly irritated) eye.
When the second package was opened,old Ron didn't have any warnings then as well.Except this time it was opened up outside with a mild breeze and I had taken the liberty of compressing it a little this time.
Result:One invective filled phone call that left me holding onto my ribs for the better part of the day.
You haven't truly lived until you've sent the old man a parcel packaged like that.
I got an interesting call from Ron today.Mostly filled with invective and something about thermocol beads running around the house and landing in his fishtank,the neighbours' house and infiltrating his living room and something about rooting around in a bucket for carb parts.
I managed not to laugh,but had to give in because my lungs were about to explode.
It was just too funny for words.To make matters interesting,he kept on ranting about having little balls all over the place.
The fact of the matter is that I prefer packaging delicate parts in thermocol beads from my deflated bean bag.If that thing can cushion my butt,why can't it cushion a few parts?
Using this deadly logic,I forgot to warn him the first time I sent my bike's crank to him.
Result:complete pandemonium when the crank was fished out.Except this time the fishtank wasn't setup.It led to a few laughs initially,with Ron getting his maid to clean up and the Mrs looking on with a benevolent(if slightly irritated) eye.
When the second package was opened,old Ron didn't have any warnings then as well.Except this time it was opened up outside with a mild breeze and I had taken the liberty of compressing it a little this time.
Result:One invective filled phone call that left me holding onto my ribs for the better part of the day.
You haven't truly lived until you've sent the old man a parcel packaged like that.
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Sunday, November 9, 2008
Still going on.....er....strong!
Well,it's been a rough couple of months.Odd hours on shift,then the girlfriend and then the parents.It's like a rotational thing.Works perfectly for me.Dedicate time in required quantities as per preset slots.
Onto the bike.Well,Ron's been busy and has been calling at random to let me know that he'll start working on it sometime soon.So far,we've been able to decide on what parts are needed and how much all this is costing me.I've decided to go in for Wisecos,which are the BEST pistons you can buy,a pair of used TZR250SS carbs (From you guessed it,a Yamaha TZR 250,a wild little replica racer with lights), a Wiseco spec crank,RDD ignition(the most advanced ignition for a 2 stroke),reeds,UNI filters and head work.
We're targetting realtime speeds of close to 160 kph with power characteristics to match.The papers finally got sorted out(there is a god) and I'm sourcing suspension parts locally.
Only a few more months to go and I'll have one wild little bike back with me.Just thinking about that crisp 2 stroke exhaust note turning into a shrill scream with the tach bouncing around the 9000 rpm mark.The headlight pointing skyward while holding on for dear life.The smell and clouds of burnt 2stroke oil lingering in the winter air,proof that a fire breathing oil burner just went past and not too slowly either.Sigh.All this waiting is driving me up the wall.I think I'll go play with my carbs or new spark plugs or watch Kenny Roberts Sr and relive the glory days when 2 strokes were a way of life.
Will add some pictures of the goodies soon.
Onto the bike.Well,Ron's been busy and has been calling at random to let me know that he'll start working on it sometime soon.So far,we've been able to decide on what parts are needed and how much all this is costing me.I've decided to go in for Wisecos,which are the BEST pistons you can buy,a pair of used TZR250SS carbs (From you guessed it,a Yamaha TZR 250,a wild little replica racer with lights), a Wiseco spec crank,RDD ignition(the most advanced ignition for a 2 stroke),reeds,UNI filters and head work.
We're targetting realtime speeds of close to 160 kph with power characteristics to match.The papers finally got sorted out(there is a god) and I'm sourcing suspension parts locally.
Only a few more months to go and I'll have one wild little bike back with me.Just thinking about that crisp 2 stroke exhaust note turning into a shrill scream with the tach bouncing around the 9000 rpm mark.The headlight pointing skyward while holding on for dear life.The smell and clouds of burnt 2stroke oil lingering in the winter air,proof that a fire breathing oil burner just went past and not too slowly either.Sigh.All this waiting is driving me up the wall.I think I'll go play with my carbs or new spark plugs or watch Kenny Roberts Sr and relive the glory days when 2 strokes were a way of life.
Will add some pictures of the goodies soon.
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Still going on
I'm thinking of selling a few parts to save a few pints of blood.Mohith called this morning(I had barely woken up) and was asking me about the gas tank,2T oil tank and the free flow muffler I sawed off the automech system I had.Had a quick smoke,ran to the room where all the stuff is in situ,cleant the dust off(In Delhi,dust gets in everywhere.beware crack o' yo ass disease.) and take a few pics with the trusty Motorola.
Ran down to the Alto and took picks of the muffler in the boot.Uploaded to pc and forwarded.
Still wondering what I should do to this bike.Get an all powerful,high revving 2 stroke that can shoot down roads at the speed of sound?or get LT barrels and go for the combo setup ,which turns it into a 2 wheeled tractor with a top end that can easily swing up til 9000 rpm?
I miss the dumb old days,when I would speak to a "specialist" and say,"take my money,just make it run,please!!"
Ran down to the Alto and took picks of the muffler in the boot.Uploaded to pc and forwarded.
Still wondering what I should do to this bike.Get an all powerful,high revving 2 stroke that can shoot down roads at the speed of sound?or get LT barrels and go for the combo setup ,which turns it into a 2 wheeled tractor with a top end that can easily swing up til 9000 rpm?
I miss the dumb old days,when I would speak to a "specialist" and say,"take my money,just make it run,please!!"
Thursday, February 21, 2008
It continues!
Okay,now that we've got the basics clear,time to move onto the nitty-gritty.Block and tranny is to be sorted down south.what else is there?suspension and brakes.the two things a bike needs to use it's power and speed in a manner that doesn't kill the rider.
Thought of a few ideas such as a tzr setup(fr and rear) from mumbai.Spoke to Atul,he says no go.
Gives me number of one Tejinder who is purported to be a 2 stroke runner.I thank god and pray Atul drowns in the best weed this side of manali.Teji's good.
The duo suggested a P220 setup front and stock setup rear.Now,Tejinder here is bonkers as far as I can tell.Has all the schematics figured out and has access to a CAD/CAM guy who charges beer as fees.In Delhi,the worst I can get billed is 2k for a flower all job.After a series of marathon calls,a quick feed for my orphaned squirrels and dinner,I start calculating what I can afford without pushing this to ludicrous proportions.
Block ,tranny,fuelling,ignition:Big man(safe side 80-85k)
Brakes,suspension:Atul,Tejinder,Abhishek(slinghsot)
Cosmetic bits:me(no hayabhosda,dootatti,randy1 or neenja).i'm still thinking.
As far as lighting goes,i have Arjun and Shyam for the HIDs.But i'm putting a spin on it.I like the late 90's BMW light setup.Slightly oddball looking,but if i can replicate even 50% of that design i'll be happy.
BTW,the Dropkick Murphys rock!!
Thought of a few ideas such as a tzr setup(fr and rear) from mumbai.Spoke to Atul,he says no go.
Gives me number of one Tejinder who is purported to be a 2 stroke runner.I thank god and pray Atul drowns in the best weed this side of manali.Teji's good.
The duo suggested a P220 setup front and stock setup rear.Now,Tejinder here is bonkers as far as I can tell.Has all the schematics figured out and has access to a CAD/CAM guy who charges beer as fees.In Delhi,the worst I can get billed is 2k for a flower all job.After a series of marathon calls,a quick feed for my orphaned squirrels and dinner,I start calculating what I can afford without pushing this to ludicrous proportions.
Block ,tranny,fuelling,ignition:Big man(safe side 80-85k)
Brakes,suspension:Atul,Tejinder,Abhishek(slinghsot)
Cosmetic bits:me(no hayabhosda,dootatti,randy1 or neenja).i'm still thinking.
As far as lighting goes,i have Arjun and Shyam for the HIDs.But i'm putting a spin on it.I like the late 90's BMW light setup.Slightly oddball looking,but if i can replicate even 50% of that design i'll be happy.
BTW,the Dropkick Murphys rock!!
Monday, February 18, 2008
It begins!
For those of you who have no clue(or don't give a shit),My name is Abhishek Mishra.I'm Delhi(sigh...) based and love going against the system.First instance was college.Second instance was the family car.Third instance is gonna be the 350.Yup.The awe inspiring,make-4joke-melt-into-the-shadows Yamaha 350.I'm not going to get into the finer points of history with this machine.For that you have en.wikipedia.org .I'm not tech savvy,i'm so NOT a stunter or one of those people who dedicate their lives to speed
(and possiby broken bones,stitches and hilbilly teeth).I love this bike.It's ugly(by todays standards),drinks gas at the rate of some russian breakaway state,but sounds,smells and moves wonderfully for a 24 year old.That was until I found out what was on the inside after selling blood to pay for it.
Rules to follow in delhi for the 350:
1)You're your best mechanic.Besides,if you screw up,it's your fault.
2)Don't ever buy parts from Delhi.
3)There are lot's of mechs who say the cdi is shit and the points system is the best for better "tork".Ignore.If you have the money,track down Rohinton Dara Chinoy.India's best 2 stroke builder and Tuner.His cdi kit IS the shit.Plus he does a very nice line in hop-up parts(cars,bikes,tanks,planes,hell maybe even a super tanker if he got his hands on one).His website is www.rddreams.com .Signup.It's worth every data bit you use.
4)Don't open your mouth while the mech is trying to fix your bike.A a blank stare will result in some discomfort,but can get you amazing results.Let him do all the talking and just nod.Don't get anything changed.He'll crack pretty soon after that.
5)If you're on a "stock" trip,you shouldn't be here.I'm not talking about standard cylinders,points,indicators and all the other crap most people are so focussed on.If you like "stock",please visit Joga Motors in Karol Bagh.Me and my friends pay money to see how the bike runs.
6)No,I don't broker or sell the damn things.I can direct you to who does with numbers.If the deal goes south and you call me up,thinking i have some responsibility/part in deal,you can sod off.
I spent something on the highside of 60k on it.the reason I say something is because I was a little woozy after selling that last pint of blood.
What did i get?
An engine that can't last more than 5000 kms without blowing up.The right side piston always fragged.
A weak ignition system(faulty base plate) that would make it jerk like a bronco.
Rust in my filters(the guy who built it forgot to mention that the tank was on the way out)
Flower all tyres after I paid this guy twice for them.So I bought a michelin m 45 from BK tyres in Lajpat nagar.Nice guy.
Crank was shot.Paid for a new crank and got the old crank with "new" rods(oversized pins).This is a bad thing.
Cam was on the way out,so had to buy local,because I didn't know any better.
Suspension was shot.New rods,fake seals and super soft rear shocks were a revalation after the stiffly sprung Karizma.
No paperwork.
So what am I doing?Selling a kidney for getting this monkey sorted.By kidney I mean sacrificing waking hours for overtime,no booze and smoking shitty little gold flakes.My estimate?82,000 and counting.
Why,you ask me?well,let's look at it this way.I'm 25,hate my job,my parents are independent of me,I have no woman(and i'm happy with all the porno i get),bigoted,prejudiced,paranoid and prefer spending my money on completely illogical things,such as this bike.Doesn't sound convincing,but hey,this is how it is.
So,what's next?
I have no flowering clue.It's a flower-all world with selfish,dishonest,capitalistic flowering people who's primary objective is subterfuge.First on the list is getting papers sorted.2nd on the list is pack everything in a crate and gati the thing down south.Then waiting for Ron to work his magic(and possibly my kidney) and get this flower-all piece of crap to flowering behave.
Will keep you,my loving audience updated.
FYI,Carpe Viam is a take on Carpe Diem.Carpe Diem=Sieze the day.Carpe Viam=Sieze the Road.
(and possiby broken bones,stitches and hilbilly teeth).I love this bike.It's ugly(by todays standards),drinks gas at the rate of some russian breakaway state,but sounds,smells and moves wonderfully for a 24 year old.That was until I found out what was on the inside after selling blood to pay for it.
Rules to follow in delhi for the 350:
1)You're your best mechanic.Besides,if you screw up,it's your fault.
2)Don't ever buy parts from Delhi.
3)There are lot's of mechs who say the cdi is shit and the points system is the best for better "tork".Ignore.If you have the money,track down Rohinton Dara Chinoy.India's best 2 stroke builder and Tuner.His cdi kit IS the shit.Plus he does a very nice line in hop-up parts(cars,bikes,tanks,planes,hell maybe even a super tanker if he got his hands on one).His website is www.rddreams.com .Signup.It's worth every data bit you use.
4)Don't open your mouth while the mech is trying to fix your bike.A a blank stare will result in some discomfort,but can get you amazing results.Let him do all the talking and just nod.Don't get anything changed.He'll crack pretty soon after that.
5)If you're on a "stock" trip,you shouldn't be here.I'm not talking about standard cylinders,points,indicators and all the other crap most people are so focussed on.If you like "stock",please visit Joga Motors in Karol Bagh.Me and my friends pay money to see how the bike runs.
6)No,I don't broker or sell the damn things.I can direct you to who does with numbers.If the deal goes south and you call me up,thinking i have some responsibility/part in deal,you can sod off.
I spent something on the highside of 60k on it.the reason I say something is because I was a little woozy after selling that last pint of blood.
What did i get?
An engine that can't last more than 5000 kms without blowing up.The right side piston always fragged.
A weak ignition system(faulty base plate) that would make it jerk like a bronco.
Rust in my filters(the guy who built it forgot to mention that the tank was on the way out)
Flower all tyres after I paid this guy twice for them.So I bought a michelin m 45 from BK tyres in Lajpat nagar.Nice guy.
Crank was shot.Paid for a new crank and got the old crank with "new" rods(oversized pins).This is a bad thing.
Cam was on the way out,so had to buy local,because I didn't know any better.
Suspension was shot.New rods,fake seals and super soft rear shocks were a revalation after the stiffly sprung Karizma.
No paperwork.
So what am I doing?Selling a kidney for getting this monkey sorted.By kidney I mean sacrificing waking hours for overtime,no booze and smoking shitty little gold flakes.My estimate?82,000 and counting.
Why,you ask me?well,let's look at it this way.I'm 25,hate my job,my parents are independent of me,I have no woman(and i'm happy with all the porno i get),bigoted,prejudiced,paranoid and prefer spending my money on completely illogical things,such as this bike.Doesn't sound convincing,but hey,this is how it is.
So,what's next?
I have no flowering clue.It's a flower-all world with selfish,dishonest,capitalistic flowering people who's primary objective is subterfuge.First on the list is getting papers sorted.2nd on the list is pack everything in a crate and gati the thing down south.Then waiting for Ron to work his magic(and possibly my kidney) and get this flower-all piece of crap to flowering behave.
Will keep you,my loving audience updated.
FYI,Carpe Viam is a take on Carpe Diem.Carpe Diem=Sieze the day.Carpe Viam=Sieze the Road.
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