Coop's Corner: Making Progress (days getting longer too!)

Wednesday, February 7, 2018

Making Progress (days getting longer too!)

This Post was supposed to happen on the weekend, Superbowl Weekend. Busy with other things, it wasn't the game or any of the myriad of associated activities that kept me away. Working a rare Friday (in North Dakota) the weekend felt and was very short, or shorter than what which I've become accustomed to.

Driving north of Fargo on I-29 last week .....everyone still running '5+ over'....

Home late Friday after the long drive SE, it was cold Saturday morning but not nearly as cold (or as windy) as it had been in Grand Forks. WE were at Diamond's promptly at 7:00 sharp but someone's alarm clock must have malfunctioned or froze...we we started our coffee affairs down the street at the Ideal Diner. Pie, coffee, an omelet or two while our group kept increasing in number, our occupation of the single counter and stools expanding to the point that we were hogging space from the diner's Usual's. Finally two more customers entered and that was our signal to vacate and head up to the then-open Diamond's.

Food and service were great, their patience with our Motorcycle Gang much appreciated. This could easily become a habit.

At least the wind had gone down at home....and after spending time at mom's house, I'd soon be returning.

FINALLY, the cases split and opened.

This why everything had to come apart. You can see the splines started to 'spin' and we dealt with that long ago by drilling an axial hole between the shaft and kickstart lever, using a pin to prevent rotation. Crude but that part worked. The problem that did not work was the bent shaft....there just wasn't room for the new swing arc to clear the frame/exhaust/peg.

New shaft from the online auction site.....

Now a bunch of cleanup, assembly and pulling some of the swapped parts I installed on my $50 SL125 parts bike. Having no idea of the condition of the 125, I used the carburetor and ignition system (known entities) from the 100 motor and had the 125, which fit perfectly in the 100 frame. If there had been a way for me to reasonably check compression before doing so, it appears that I should have. It very low, I toyed with the idea of new rings and valve work but the transmission was still unproven. In the end I decided to finish up the 100 engine.

I'll get this back together, pull the 125 out of the frame and get this one back where it belongs. Then....

Vroom vroom!!

A couple of Posts ago, I spent some words on age, experience, etc. I haven't always been LX+ and here's a couple of examples to prove it.

This just hasta be Destiny.....No. 312394....a card carrying member!!!

4 comments:

RichardMFebruary 7, 2018 at 8:02 PM
“LX+”? Not sure what that means. Nice, snowy field. Almost makes you want to make tracks of some sort out there. Not necessarily using wheels. Maybe skis.

I was never in Cub Scouts. I convinced my parents to take me to a meeting once but I figured that they didn’t like something as I never went back...
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TrobairitzFebruary 8, 2018 at 2:27 PM
I love the old membership cards. A great find in the treasure box.

Damn, your weather is still so cold. Good thing you guys are hearty in the midwest. The snow is always pretty when fresh too.
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Others say....

"it was auspicious to approach any situation from a deferential, inquisitive place. Conceding that there is much to learn is the best blueprint for discovering something new." ----B. Fuller

The Man straightened stiffly above the block of salt fixed to the stake and looked at the young cattle ringed about him. The pasture was holding out well and the stock was looking good. This bunch would be ready to sell in another month, maybe sooner if the market was right.

A stir among the cattle down near the river brought him round to face the swinging bridge he'd built years before. Someone was coming toward him from the bridge. Someone in breeches, but it didn't look like a man, somehow. What was a woman doing in his pasture this time of night?

He bent over the salt again; maybe if he paid her no heed she'd go on past and let him mind his own business. He heard her footsteps come nearer and stop. "Good evening," she said.

Her voice was smooth with book learning but friendlier than most, and somehow almost shy. When he made no answer she went on, "I've been sitting on your swinging bridge....I thought I'd like to say thank-you...." Her voice stumbled a little, then she tried once more.

"You are Mr. ____". His name sounded strange in her voice, but she went on to tell her own.

"That's what they've called me the last sixty-eight years," he said, looking past her face to the hills fast darkening under a single star. "I reckon the woods are free for those that like to walk there."

The unfamiliar voice laughed a little. "That's what Emerson said: the grove belongs to the man who walks in it with an open heart....On that basis I guess I've owned part of your woods for a good many years.....". She made a final effort. "I've always wanted to thank you....."

Something deeply hidden stirred in him. "There's a stump up there, in the notch of the woods", he said slowly, "that before the timber grew so tall you could stand on it and see all over this country."

He kept still a minute, remembering, then, "I used to stand up there an' look at things, an' wonder how they come to be like they was, an' how the hills was created, an' all the things in Nature.... I told my wife I guessed all the religion I ever had I got standin' on that old stump, a-wonderin'..." He turned his face away from her.

She helped him out. "I know about that, a little. This afternoon I saw......." Her account of a thing she had really taken time to look at eased him, and he answered with telling of the badger den at the foot of the swinging bridge.

When she had gone, he turned to watch her. After a moment she stood clear and unmoving against the sky. You could hear the sounds of the river where she stood. She was one that could stand still long enough, he thought, really to hear what a body was saying, or a river.

Then she walked down the farther side of the slope and was gone. ------Margaret Snyder from A Chosen Valley

Fall was the end of harvest, end of the growing season, a burst of color and sun-warmth before killing frost turned the land gray and cold. Fall was a moody time, full of both life and death, a time when we were reminded of the power outside of us, reminded that the seasons happen to us. We do not invite the change to come.-------Ben Logan, from The Land Remembers

When you get those rare moments of clarity, those flashes when the universe makes sense, you try desperately to hold onto them. They are the lifeboats for the darker times, when the vastness of it all, the incomprehensible nature of life is completely elusive. So the question becomes or should have been all along, what would you do if you knew you only had one day, or one week, or one month to live. What lifeboat would you grab onto? What secret would you tell? What band would you see? What person would you declare your love to? What wish would you fulfill? What exotic locale would you fly to for coffee? What book would you write? ------- Ben Tyler

We were also cautioned about journeying far from home. As an example of the dangers, the town had a badly crippled lady named Lucy, who as a girl had traveled to New York City. As she traveled along a sidewalk, sightseeing, she was struck by the outstretched hand of a suicide who had leapt from high above. Her spine had been shattered and for the rest of her life, she was to walk bent forward at the waist, tapping the sidewalk with two black canes. Whenever the subject of travel to a big city was raised, someone would say, "Just remember what happened to Miss Tripp." ---- Ted Kooser, from Local Wonders

"Steamboats are like wedding cakes without the complications...." ----Mark Twain

"It's not about having lots of money, it's about having lots of options......." -----Chris Rock

As the very proud father of three former ponytail wearers, hopefully I can get away with this....."For the past few years it's been fashionable for young women to wear ball caps and to snap the strap on the back under their ponytails. I like the looks of that, their shiny ponytails jauntily swinging, but it's hard not to think of the rear ends of horses. There's a piece of harness called the crupper that goes just under a horse's tail to keep its nose down. If the horse lifts its head to look for a way out of whatever predicament it's in, the crupper tightens and hurts the horse. But it's foolish for parents to think that a ball cap might keep a young woman from running away. Anybody can see they're made for running." ------Ted Kooser, Local Wonders

"I tell the guy's girlfriend that the only difference between the book's main character Phaedrus and myself is that I am neither brilliant, tortured or insane, she looks at my bike and there is an uncomfortable silence." --------ahendepe (a.k.a. Vermin)