Not that Jones is much bothered by his outsider status. If anything, he takes pride in it.
I’d like to thank everyone who took the time Monday to come by and leave some nice words, welcome backs, and words of support. Getting back into the schedule of cranking out a comic strip three times a week (oops, four this week, gotta get one out for Fast Lane Biker NY) is always a challenge, especially in the first week of the new semester. I think I am getting faster at working the strip when I need to be faster, so even when I’m pretty sure the art would be more useful as bird cage liner, it usually works and tells the story.
A quick bike report–fun stuff. I had every intention of getting the shovel back on the road during my two week vacation. It came pretty close.
- Got the heads put back on and the pushrods adjusted. Kind of a piece of cake, really.
- I managed to put new buttons and wires in the handlebars, and now all my handlebar electrics work. We’re not talking about a lot of stuff here–a kill switch, the horn button, and the dimmer. I even went so far as to put in an oil pressure light. Sure, these are all pretty much required equipment for any half bright (or better) motorcyclist, but what biker cartoonist has the time to get all that crap working right once it goes south? At any rate, nice to have it working again. I very nearly went as far as to put turn signals on, but I couldn’t stand the idea of doing it poorly. If I get signals on this thing after 24 years of no signals on it, they’ll have to fit in perfectly. I’m not sure I would know what to do if I had ‘em…
- I rebuilt and lowered the forks. I got some great help from my friend Benito at Thunder Road Motorcycles in Hollister. Always support your local independent bike shop. Benito taught me a few tricks in taking the forks apart and re-assembling them properly. Without saying a word, he also helped me get past the delusion that maybe I could work at his shop part time this summer while on vacation from the classroom. I think I’d have to pay him for the education.
- The leaky primary case is what stopped me. I’ve been ignoring this problem since I got the bike running again this summer. Apparently, ignoring is an active process. Once I started looking around down there, I pretty quickly sighted what looked like an oil-encrusted crack on the top side of the primary where it bolts to the engine. Not good. As soon as I got that bolt out, the whole ear fell off the case. I’m not too interested in buying a whole new inner primary, so I took it to Gavilan Welding and got them to weld it back together. Some home machine work with my neighbor’s Dremmel got it pretty close to last a while. That’s pretty much the last thing. Getting the primary back together and adjusting the clutch might take an hour. We’ll see.
- The only hitch left is that the dash light socket I thought would work for the oil pressure light is too old and worn out to work, so I need to get a fresh one. This is easier to do with the tanks off, so I’ll just wait. Oh yeah, I have to put the tanks back on.
Then that’s it–back on the road. Really not a whole lot of complicated stuff. I”m fired up about riding this year, maybe making the darn Top Hatter’s Bike Blessing for the first time ever. That’d be okay with me.
Thanks for showing up. Glad to have you here.




FINALLY!!! The shovel is almost back in Hollister!!! Git’r'done
Aaah, we’re getting close. I actually got some miles on it in July-September before I decided to park it long enough to handle some of these fixes.
Glad to see you Sharon!
Great strip. Ain’t working on shovels fun? I wired the high beam light on my dash as the OIL pressure light. Real hard to miss if the oil pressure drops to low. Also nice not to have a bright red light shining in my eyes at night with the high beam on.
That was close. I was actually thinking about putting a bright indicator on my dash–you just talked me out of it. Love wrenching on my shovel! I actually lost a bunch of oil about 20 years ago due to my oil filter bracket falling off (long story). A pressure light woulda been good. I started the bike three times before I finally looked under and found the (“oh…”) oil filter and hoses getting dragged under the bike. All part of the adventure. And the rebuild.
I’ve alway preffered being outside anyway. Wiring is definitely one area I need to learn more about. My bike is definitely new enough that i don’t spend much time wrenchin, but I imagine when it decides it needs wrench time I’m going to want an electrician and an IT guy handy.
This is what I love about not having a starter. I haven’t much wiring to keep track of. I only recently installed a horn, though it’s pretty meepy sounding. The Roadrunner (ala the coyote) has a deeper meep than this thing.
IT guy? You got a fuel injected computer gadget on that thing?
Fuel Injected and Electronic ignition control both. It’s definitely a really nice bike, but it also definitely has too much techno stuff for easy work.
Shovelhead foreva’. Nothing on it is too smart for me. Well, some of it is, but I can usually find help.
Rob,
Most of the newer sockets blow big time. I am in the proess of using some 10mm LED’s from ebay to do the same thing..Like these..
http://www.ebay.com/itm/10x-Ready-12V-10mm-10000mcd-White-led-leds-Auto-/230390440443?pt=LH_DefaultDomain_0&hash=item35a45721fb
Perfect–exactly what I need. Do you affix ‘em to something? How do you hold them where you need them?
Rob,
I haven’t put ‘em in yet as I am doing it all back up too, but plan on using a rubber grommet to hold ‘em in place. It doesn’t stay on, so heat isn’t going to be an issue with them I hope. If not, I may hollow out an old socket and use that…
Griz
I was thinking about an old socket, too. Like the one that’s in there now that doesn’t work. We’ll compare notes later, eh?
I know you do this for Thunder Press also, but where are you Rob? Cali I presume?
I’ve met Terry with TP before and Fat Robert(southern editor) and I have been friends for 38 yrs now…Dang we’re gettin old..
Griz
Yup, Cali. I live in Hollister, but I’m originally from Santa Rosa, which is where I met Terry over 20 years ago. I was a 20 year old dipstick with a Sportster, working in the kitchen at a place he frequented.