I learned a thing today. Apparently, they’re called the 12 O’Clock Boys because their signature move is riding wheelies:
I’VE DONE IT!
I would like to introduce the newest member of my family: Gertrude.
This post is probably a month too late, but better late than never…especially when bragging.
The bike was basically done, but I had a massive leak coming from the second carb. It was just pouring out when I tried starting the bike up, but I couldn’t take the carb rack off myself to check it out, because I would never get it back on.
The steps I took to get the rack on the first time:
Slide rack in at an angle and align with boots from engine. Try to turn and snap carbs into intakes from the airbox. Pull rack back out. Try to condition rubber intakes. Slide rack in at an angle and align with boots from engine. Apply vaseline to intakes. Try to turn and snap carbs into intakes from the airbox. Pull rack back out.
- Switch out airbox.
- Get neighbor to help.
- Take air intakes out from inside.
- Boil water.
- Drop one intake in boiling water while going back to bike.
- Have neighbor hold carb rack.
- Vaseline carb three.
- Pull out boiling intake (with tongs) and apply vaseline.
- Push intake through the inbox.
- Push even harder to get the intake to wrap around the carb opening.
- Use a screwdriver from the inside to get the rubber to fit right (there’s a joke in there somewhere).
- Thank neighbor and give a beer.
- Repeat steps 12 to 19 for the remainder of the carbs.
Since I had moved, I couldn’t reliably get the hot water down to the bike in time to make the rubber pliable. I resigned myself to failure on this one, and took the bike to the salvage yard.
No, not to sell. I don’t give up THAT easily.
The guys there build a bunch of KZs, and could put new tires on for me. I wanted them to go over her, put on new shoes, and give me an idea of common problems my bike will have.
I called them one day to check in:
Dean: She works great! Working perfectly. You wanna know what the problem was?
That ate away at me, of course. So when I went to pick her up, I said, “Okay…I need to know. What was the problem?” Dean told me, “You put in the float for carb two upside down…which is funny, because usually when people put floats in wrong, they put all four in wrong.”
SONOFABITCH! I could have been the one to kick her over first!
We did an exchange of my left over parts for labor and the tires, and I was on my merry way.
Putting her away, she whispered her name to me. She will henceforth be known as Gertrude. Trudy when she’s cooperating.
Here’s a blurry picture of me and my baby girl the night I brought her home: