No pix tonight, but I finally managed to limp through some sandblasting with my 1977 Sears compressor in preparation for parkerizing OEM buddy peg parts and the rideoff stand bracket I made. Keith has my rear fender and should be welding the taillight shroud this week. After that, I really needed to dust off, so I figured that a a quick ride on the 45" would do the trick.
My 45" is like Lassie, or Old Yeller. It hadn't started in quite a while, but three kicks to prime, and it fired off first kick, as if to say, "Heck, yeah, let's go for a ride!" Makes me feel guilty for riding the 74".
As we get deeper into fall in Seattle, good riding days get fewer and farther between. This evening was quintessential fall riding weather.
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