"Pieces were stolen from me, dare I say, hidden away"
a short story by TMI
That brain of mine has out smarted me once again. Instead of giving me the answers it sends me on an epic quest to discover what it already knows. This doesn't really have anything to do with the Xs other than the last thing that I said was I was going to go look for BSA parts.
So 14 years ago I bought a rolling basket case BSA A50, some know this already from other posts, and I have been dragging this thing around with me intending to restore it one day. I had all the parts and shiny pieces is totes stored in my garage ( before it became a storage unit for family friends, and other A-holes) and the chassis under a shed roof.
The past 4-5 years stuff got moved around with people moving in and out and someone put a bunch of my stuff including the totes of parts, out in an old chicken coop. The roof leaked, so did the totes and a bunch of stuff rusted. Luckily the tank, headers and a chrome chain guard had stayed in the garage but I was missing a chrome front fender that was in really good condition.
I was pretty upset when I discovered my vintage motorcycle parts were rusting away in a chicken coop. Harsh words were used, accusations made, colorful insults throw. I think "hillbilly retard, and failing as a life form, Dumbest person I know in real life" were a few. Well those ones are long gone now but I left that stuff out in my barn because I was just too upset to to really assess some of the damage.
Earlier this year I decided to check out all the parts and run the numbers on the frame and block. I discover that all the connectors are rusted, the stator has other components rusted to it like some kind of fritter and pieces are missing from the totes. this is also when I realize that the fender is gone. It was the one piece that was in the best shape and I just knew that one of their tweeker friends had come over and was like "ooh shiny!" and hauled it off like a fckn pack rat. But what am I going to do?
I've spent the last two or so years cleaning up and throwing away piles of dumbfuckery that they had left on my property and find more all the time also some of my parts stashed away here and there. After following Jim's BSA build I remembered how cool that the BSA line is and decided to start looking at my bike again, break out some of my best parts and see what condition they were in. I even posted some pics on his build and expressed regret that i didn't have that fender anymore.
As I start gathering pieces I start finding more and more stuff. I knew where the tank was but I find the headers, the seat, chain guard side panels, the Tank badges and they are in great condition. I think "He didn't put this stuff out there, maybe he didn't move the fender either and it's in this mess somewhere? Now my garage has book cases stacked in front of other book cases, rows of boxes and tote 4 deep. It's like a game of Tetris and super Mario with spiders and rodents instead of those turtle gators and mushroom things but I'm determined and have to know for sure.
I spend days doing this, one box at a time. Some I can eliminate right off because they are too small to fit a fender in as it's like two feet long. I have a few box avalanches but get through the garage without major incident. The fender still eludes me but I can't hel but feel that I have missed something. I had already checked the chicken coop and removed everything form it but some old rusty parts and 2 of those black abs foot lockers filled with moldy clothing and spider nests. Those had been checked already but either one is big enough to fit a fender in. What if....I HAD WRAPPED THE FENDER IN THE CLOTHING TO PREVENT IT FROM GETTING DAMAGED?
Was this a memory? Now I am starting to visualize this but am I making it up? Could It be?
It's dark, cold and raining and I know the coop is filled with all kinds of nastiness. In fact, it looks like this
Underneath spider nests and moldy Navy uniforms is something wrapped in brown paper and I already know what it is.
I'm feeling triumphant, now for the reveal, I don't even care what kind of spiders might be in there. So here we go and...Oh shit! Piss ants, thousands of them, no time for pictures. I run the whole thing outside and gently place in the rain while I go get bug spray.
And now for the reveal
"Shine like it does"
"and if you're looking, you will fiiiiind it"
If You have made it this far there is a point to the pointless story. I could have just said "hey I found that fender that I've been whining about" but what fun would that be. Instead I did what my brain likes to do to me, I sent you on an epic adventure or maybe more like a Monty Python episode, or Blues Clues. Doesn't matter, I found the fender and it's still in good shape and I'm pretty stoked. I'm gonna start making stuff shiny and hang it on the wall so I always know where it is. Now back to or regular programing.