As you can see in the picture, there is nothing left of my bike except some bricks, afew tools lying around, some bike parts, dust, dirty footprints and an empty living room.
What happened? Was my bike stolen? Thrown away? Set on fire (like I have been saying I wanted to do for some time now)? Sold for scrap metal?
Well, lets start from the last post I had put up. As you may have recalled (or maybe you haven’t…) in my last post I had mentioned that I had removed the swingarm and left it with a very notable chopper guru. He was quite confident he could fix the sorry excuse of a weld work for me.
It was time for me to follow up on the issue the other day so I gave him a call. Apparently he was away on leave so I said I would follow up another day (the following week maybe). On Friday, as I was set happy that I will be spending some time being productive and fixing my wiring while the swingarm was away being fixed, I got a call from the guy. He was telling me that he had fixed the chain tensioner issue but has ran into a snag. It would seem that the dolt who made the thing in the first place was cross-eyed or something as the swingarm was so badly misaligned that the thing needed to be bolted to something so it can be beaten to submission. Unfortunately, to build a jig just for that would waste mondo time and money I already don't have… as you fan may already know, most of the things purchased and left there for assembly never made it on the bike or even back to me for that matter.
The Guru was saying that to make things easier, bring the front half of the bike down so he can do it correctly and change any positioning issues he needed to. I was fretting for I had to travel from one end of town to get the front half and get back to d other end of town to deliver the thing. Question was, how the hell do I do that. I don't have a pickup truck or anything like that. Fretting and starting to panic, I called a friend of mine who was going to help me prep the swingarm for paint to see if he could do anything. Lo and behold, he said he could get his dads truck and we could load it there. And so we did. We drove in the morning to where my heap was stored, I bolted on all the essential parts so they can connect the swingarm, bolted the front wheel on, took off the tank and we (with a lot of effort) shoved the bike up the truck.
When we reached there, we were telling the workers how it was hard to lift the bike up a high truck and how my hands hurt and what not. The skinny dude just said, don't worry about it.. and moved the bike off the truck like it was nothing.
So here we are now waiting eagerly for the swingarm to be done. I hear it will be done soon and I can get it loaded onto the truck again so we can finally get this rolling. It has been some time since it was supposed to go in for "a new lease on life". More to come.