It was a long drive and I paid too much
So it ran but gas was pouring out. Tried again this morning made it around the driveway. But it didn't feel happy. and the gas smelled skunky.
Petcocks were very reluctant to turn on and off.
Took a break, went to watch Allison at a horse show
There was rust in the tank and a red liner, Wiped it with a bit of acetone and the rag turned red, time to get rid of the gas.
The blob isn't rust it's syrupy red liner.
Um the liner is not fuel proof.
Acetone rinses, then evaporust and finally quality liner will go in.
Will dump the float bowls and hope like hell the motor doesn't pull a "Bob"
The good news is the "cardboard box of parts" was pretty big.
Chain is tight'r n a drum WTF?
No airboxes, drats.
overall-
Funny but true story; guy lived down some short dead end streets in a "toney" neighborhood. I had the bike on the trailer and strapped down, a guy comes by in a pickup and offers me more than I paid. I was pretty tempted. But noooo, dum bass took it home with him.
So it ran but gas was pouring out. Tried again this morning made it around the driveway. But it didn't feel happy. and the gas smelled skunky.
Petcocks were very reluctant to turn on and off.
Took a break, went to watch Allison at a horse show
There was rust in the tank and a red liner, Wiped it with a bit of acetone and the rag turned red, time to get rid of the gas.
The blob isn't rust it's syrupy red liner.
Um the liner is not fuel proof.
Acetone rinses, then evaporust and finally quality liner will go in.
Will dump the float bowls and hope like hell the motor doesn't pull a "Bob"
The good news is the "cardboard box of parts" was pretty big.
Chain is tight'r n a drum WTF?
No airboxes, drats.
overall-
Funny but true story; guy lived down some short dead end streets in a "toney" neighborhood. I had the bike on the trailer and strapped down, a guy comes by in a pickup and offers me more than I paid. I was pretty tempted. But noooo, dum bass took it home with him.
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