okCrazyD said:The picture ya had in a post of the "Rat" ya bought last weekend just a little courious about it. Did ya get it from the original owner?
Ever hear the song Copperhead Road?
There are places in some of the outlying counties where NOBODY goes, that
doesn't live there...and for good reason-nobody likes getting shot!
Out in the woods of Edmonson county, daylight fading fast, halfass directions from a guy who SOUNDED normal on the phone, my buddy Steve and I are spelunking for old triumph junk (mammoth cave is right around the corner). So, we're a bit apprehensive, not quite nervous.
Call the guy again, he just got home and will ride his other bike to the end of the driveway so we can see him. Whip the truck around, see the light, follow the guy up a driveway.
He and his female companion are living in a camper next to a house. Trucks, bikes, and assorted, uhh, stuff fills the yard. Climb out of the truck and meet the guy and his friend. They are what we call tweakers - real skinny and twitchy. Meth is a bad thing.
We take a couple of flashlights over and start checking out the bike. He says they've been riding it until the clutch cable broke. He puts gas in, tickles the carbs, kicks it over but it won't start. Obviously has good compression though. He fiddles with some switches, pulls the headlight off to check a wire, etc. Steve is keeping him occupied while I check out the bike.
Matching numbers. Fresh oil leaking out. Stock fenders, undamaged. Chain guard in place. Passenger pegs in place. Gauges in place. Unbruised triumph tank. All covered in 3 cans of flat black paint . Seriously, they just painted the whole thing at some point.
The owner is telling how he put this together from parts he found in a barn, etc. Not likely considering how many original parts are still on it, like the chainguard. First thing to go, usually (other than the center stand). I tell him to leave off with fiddling with the wiring, here's the money, we load it in the truck. Whole thing didn't take 10 minutes once we got there.
Get it home, it's saturday night and I was going to go out. But I have a hot date sitting right here. I remove the softball sized ball of electrical tape and wire nuts from behind the headlight and begin sorting out the wiring. By midnight I have it reduced to what actually needs to be there. Sunday morning, after some more junk prospecing, I hook a battery to the ignition. Pull a plug and roll the kicker through. FAT spark, nice! Slap the tank on with some new fuel line, tickle the carbs. First kick wants to pop back on me (timing needs to be adjusted), starts second kick.
I make an emergency clutch cable repair while Brent attaches the loose right exhaust pipe. I throw a blanket over the too-big battery and back it out in the front yard. Fire it up and take off down the gravel driveway. Wonder if it's got brakes - yes, but only the rear.
Runs strong, no smoke, does leak oil. Took it up the road Monday and it must be geared lots lower than the goose because it's definitely quicker (goose has a 21 front sprocket).
Now the question is, ride it around until it blows up, or what?
You said you wanted a story....now I'm late for work. Shit.
Shoe - swingarm is almost done, I'll ship it maybe Sunday.