to visit our second home town,
see old friends and get out of dodge.
It was towed out of Ventura county in 2008,
time to break that curse.
After 2 years of driving with very little re-tuning,
I didn't want to get stuck on the side of the freeway.
shots with the grease gun
and a few loose nuts...
The suspension was good to go.
The bracket I had made was a little off.
A few enlarged holes solved the problem.
Two years and two belts later...
20 minutes of tinkering.
to pass up this trip?
We babied the first 40 miles,
and buzzed the remainder towards the halfway mark.
Not too shabby.
sitting menacingly in the shadows.
Ready for the midnight haul.
Sloppy's throttle cable broke a mile later.
A holey chit moment.
our tools were minimal,
and no random wires or paraphernalia.
I intentionally built our car to not need metric or star wrenches,
or special pliers or what not.
The perfect hodgepodge of tools we needed.
The clutch cable was removed
from his motorized chopper bike,
but the crimped lead on the end was way too big.
while visiting this death lair...
I used the concrete as a file
to whittle down the stub.
the traffic-less drive was well deserved.
Fun side by siding a flathead roadster.
Now I know what we look like
in the roadster pickup with one tail light.
The next project when we get home.
with time for 3 hours of sleep.
I claimed the most bitchin couch.