Aaron and I had spent his day off tooling on “the motorcycle that will never run.” We got it…well…, sounding better? Maybe, but we did get gas all over us. It was nice to see him talking like a real Ohio’an, as well as Erin. man, she’s funny!

Rode rt7 to the country music highway to blast it to Asheville. I was quickly greeted by rain, suited up, and rode hard. In and out of rain all day and it was fukn collllllllllddd.

40 miles from Ashville I got some sun. Unsuited and went to Asheville pizza and brewery. Sweet spot, met some townies with the word on the street and booked a bunk at the sweet peas hostel. They have a fukn brewery! What are the chances?!

Talk to you soon.

– late start saturday morning
– left Philly at about 10:30am
– tach stopped working 20 miles from the house. Fuckin dumb!
– I set up camp after 300 miles outside shenandoah, george washington state forest
– now on my way to Gallipolis, OH to see aaron and erin. hopefully they’ll answer my phone call

I have been working in the shop getting the bike together for the past week. I made a windscreen to keep the bugs out of my teeth when i’m grinning down the the dragon.

I used an old helmet visor from the 70s and some aluminum stock from ACE hardware.
I also built panniers out of vintage Italian military bags and mounted a 3/8 aluminum rod from the rear foot rest mount to the fender to keep the bags out of the wheels and shocks.

Here’s a look at the bagger.

While I was at it I made a belt buckle out of a thrashed generator cover from a 354.