A must-read blog for anyone who feels as though their shop projects have overwhelmed them. You ain't got nothin' on me...
The musings of a cantankerous over the hill greasemonkey who, though already old, is rather old for his age. I'll bust greasy knuckles out in the garage or argue politics with anyone who will stand for it....
So after all the rest, I stumbled onto this one. I was looking for a decent cone shovel for a regular rider this summer and quite by accident stumbled onto a 1980 FLH with a factory hack. The color and the hack mural fuzz the line of dopey, but overall things are promising. I was just loosening up a little room in the barn too. Oh well....
To date, I have only ever had one sidehack bike (bringouturdead-see top picture) licensed and on the road, but I have started and stopped several projects. I bought a hack from Alex in New York that was to go on the original '70 Goose. I sold that to Brad and bought a newer velorex 562 hack from a local shop. Then to finance the Indian project everything was sold. Last winter I picked up the '71 Ambo and later at Davenport bought what seemed like a great body for a hack. Just this fall I snagged another old Hack for it also. That's where I was up through the weekend. Then yesterday I travelled with Tommy up to the NW Detroit suburbs and came home with a rather unintentional '80 FLH Harley with an OEM hack. I'll give that its own entry after a blast from the past on current hacks and hacks of yore....
This will be an attempt to chronicle my activity as a stove-up wannabe mechanic/machinist in rural Ohio that must feed his true passion for being in a dirty tshirt and jeans by putting on a starched shirt and tie by day to provide for my family and keep sufficient disposable funds available to feed my need for more old discarded junk to tinker with and otherwise clutter my day to day living.
This is no small thing, to restore a republic after it has fallen into corruption. I have studied history for years and I cannot recall it ever happening. It may be that our task is impossible. Yet, if we do not try then how will we know it can't be done? And if we do not try, it most certainly won't be done. The Founders' Republic, and the larger war for western civilization, will be lost.But I tell you this: We will not go gently into that bloody collectivist good night. Indeed, we will make with our defiance such a sound as ALL history from that day forward will be forced to note, even if they despise us in the writing of it.And when we are gone, the scattered, free survivors hiding in the ruins of our once-great republic will sing of our deeds in forbidden songs, tending the flickering flame of individual liberty until it bursts forth again, as it must, generations later. We will live forever, like the Spartans at Thermopylae, in sacred memory.-- Mike Vanderboegh, The Lessons of Mumbai:Death Cults, the "Socialism of Imbeciles" and Refusing to Submit, 1 December 2008