If this is the wrong section, do not hesitate to move it Travis. It does, however, have to deal with my XS650 in complete regard.
Since before I ever thought about building a motorcycle I have always worried about where to do it. I live in an apartment complex with around 8-900 square feet of living quarters (this is bed/bath/kitchen/dining/living/closets) and no available garage space. So I looked into all the available option such as rentable mini-storage units (45-100 per month) along with some friends garages.
I ended up agreeing (with consent of the property owner, and her daughter that I'm close friends with) to use their garage or at least a small portion of it, to work on fixing up my motorcycle. The terms were that I get to clean it out/up and help them with around the house fix-its. You have never seen a garage disaster like this. I spent 9 hours.....all in one day.......blasting through this structure and cleaning/organizing shit like a cheetah on cocaine. By the time I was done you could finally see the floor, and there was room to walk 'off the beaten path' to any area of the building. (before, it was like you stray from a thin little trail and you might get eaten).
So began the beginning of a great win-win situation. I fixed their non-running motorhome, a lawnmower, snow-mobile, front door, sink, cable-tv wiring, and restoring their living room. All for free, and all on my own time. Pretty fair for using some floorspace and some electricity, huh? Well today I'm about two months into my build of a custom bobber project, and all has gone surprisingly smooth thus far. I got it running about a week ago and it's getting parts replaced left and right, soon to be on the maiden voyage.
I went over today, and got the 'I need to talk to you' line..... I'm thinking, oh boy, what now? And long story short she thinks I've held my space long enough and that it's time for me to get out. Yes, she kicked me out, no further reason, and I didn't break anything or treat them wrong to deserve it. I never worked too late, left the lights off when I wasn't there, and was courteous the entirety of my stay, and still am. (In fact I just cleaned out an old deep freeze with rotten food, it smelled bad but it looks brand new now! Chlorine is your friend)
So here I stand, with nowhere to turn. I have a boatload of parts neatly stacked on a shelf (which I built, BTW) and my build is all contained on an old bit of carpet. No oil spills, no grinding dust on the concrete, nuthin'..... I am half tempted to sell the whole thing as a project bike as it is. Penny for penny, what I have in it is less than $1800. I'd look for $1500 because they're ALL NEW PARTS. I'm pretty frustrated and I really don't want to sell it, but I don't understand humans sometimes. I'm up the river without a paddle as they say.
Advice. Direction. Motivation. Help. Inspiration. Anyone...?
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Thanks for listening,
Logan
Since before I ever thought about building a motorcycle I have always worried about where to do it. I live in an apartment complex with around 8-900 square feet of living quarters (this is bed/bath/kitchen/dining/living/closets) and no available garage space. So I looked into all the available option such as rentable mini-storage units (45-100 per month) along with some friends garages.
I ended up agreeing (with consent of the property owner, and her daughter that I'm close friends with) to use their garage or at least a small portion of it, to work on fixing up my motorcycle. The terms were that I get to clean it out/up and help them with around the house fix-its. You have never seen a garage disaster like this. I spent 9 hours.....all in one day.......blasting through this structure and cleaning/organizing shit like a cheetah on cocaine. By the time I was done you could finally see the floor, and there was room to walk 'off the beaten path' to any area of the building. (before, it was like you stray from a thin little trail and you might get eaten).
So began the beginning of a great win-win situation. I fixed their non-running motorhome, a lawnmower, snow-mobile, front door, sink, cable-tv wiring, and restoring their living room. All for free, and all on my own time. Pretty fair for using some floorspace and some electricity, huh? Well today I'm about two months into my build of a custom bobber project, and all has gone surprisingly smooth thus far. I got it running about a week ago and it's getting parts replaced left and right, soon to be on the maiden voyage.
I went over today, and got the 'I need to talk to you' line..... I'm thinking, oh boy, what now? And long story short she thinks I've held my space long enough and that it's time for me to get out. Yes, she kicked me out, no further reason, and I didn't break anything or treat them wrong to deserve it. I never worked too late, left the lights off when I wasn't there, and was courteous the entirety of my stay, and still am. (In fact I just cleaned out an old deep freeze with rotten food, it smelled bad but it looks brand new now! Chlorine is your friend)
So here I stand, with nowhere to turn. I have a boatload of parts neatly stacked on a shelf (which I built, BTW) and my build is all contained on an old bit of carpet. No oil spills, no grinding dust on the concrete, nuthin'..... I am half tempted to sell the whole thing as a project bike as it is. Penny for penny, what I have in it is less than $1800. I'd look for $1500 because they're ALL NEW PARTS. I'm pretty frustrated and I really don't want to sell it, but I don't understand humans sometimes. I'm up the river without a paddle as they say.
Advice. Direction. Motivation. Help. Inspiration. Anyone...?
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Thanks for listening,
Logan