Crankshaft and Covid19. Part 8

 #16/11/2020. Greetings dear readers. I bring news that there be no easing of Covid19 restrictions in Yorkshireshireshire' for a while. All good men/women and true are trapped like weasels in a trap. But nay, how is this possible oh wise one. T'is possible my serf because the chinese germ doth leap from those that do breath on fellow beings in enclosed public places. Visiting friends for a 'Fish Supper' and a pot of tea has dangerous consequences. Thou all knowledgeable UK government leaders do decree that any enjoyment be participated at home and by thi' sen !!!!       So....enjoyment by drinking, digging potatoes or even showering alone are all ok but, best of all shed life is unaffected!!!! Grind, file, even squirting old engine oil at rusty treasure all encouraged.  Your scribe Albert doth wave the Agincourt Two Finger Salute at what was 'The Modern Normal' for it could be old fashioned Vintafaking that saves the worlds population.

Full throttle shedding - I have been busy dear reader on MK2 crankshaft truing stand for the flywheels of ' Lovely Maroon' (the BSA that time forgot) I did incorporate the previous used tooling into the stand, trying to lift the professionalism to unheard of levels. The 2 x 'U' section irons that clamped the flywheels in approximate position whilst tightening the big end bearing nut were drilled at one end to accept bearings for the crank to sit and spin on. A search in the metal store (garden) found some 50mm angle to bolt them to. Perfect. Once again the continual foraging and bringing home anything with metalic content had paid dividends. You couldn't reap this type of return in a shady MPs hedge fund.

Drilling.....tapping........all Covid free.

Warning!!!!      Grinding can cause dangerous sparks.........likely-hood clothes can catch fire !!!!

Ok, sounded easy but -  After many spins and many more wollops with a my largest Thor mallet the dial gauge suggests 1thou run-out. Chuffin hell guys its a BSA not a moon rocket. A bit of crank flutter won't affect lauch speed.

 

Boy oh boy, I'm on a high!!! A vital piece of 'Lovely Maroon' has moved from scrap bin to wonderful goodness. 

"Posh" take the old 'Croft Industrial' and see if ya can't get some piping hot Pie 'n' Mushy Pies wi' a good splash of mint sauce. Oh and a dollop 'o Hammond sauce on the side.

Stay safe -  Easy to play on the wild side with 'Old Normal rules.

News flash and more Covid19.

 Greetings Lock-downers...It is 'I' Albert Crackleport. Yes, still duckin' n' divin' between the virus bugs as they jump from close contactor to close contactor.  Closely piss## up student to Lying Tory eye testing advisor. Locked down but still of sound mind and body that's me!!! ....No government quickly made up bullshi# laws gonna slow the Vintafake mojo.....Way to powerful!

To be honest, life's not changed at 'The Old Sidevalve Bar' since Covid germ No1 penetrated UK border control. Allegedly sneaking through airport security on Michael O'Learys very large wallet or Stanley Johnsons hand luggage as he returned from a trip to De Wallen in Amsterdam.

Your scribe is continuing Vintafaking shed life as always. It's my duty...

Today - 09/11/20 A special moment - a suprise that I must share with you all. (Background info-As you all know, 'Lovely Maroon' the 'BSA B31 that time forgot' is slowly being brought back to life At least 50 years have passed since the air was being sucked through the small Amal monobloc, mixing frugally with the 4 star fuel and propelling Birminghams finest along the highways and byways of Blighty.  How times have changed.)

Hey. Albert-what was the suprise? Get on with it!!!

I'm in the process of ordering new spokes. The old ones are paper thin due to tin worm and unfortunately sometimes originality has to be sacrificed for safety.

Behold, on removing the very ancient K70 tyre I found an inner-tube showing a connection to the past. A snapshot in time many moons ago.

Just imagine how the previous owner suffered as he (or she) made their way home on a freezing cold night. Over unlit moorland roads, the glow of the 6v headlight barely showing the way. Puncture after puncture..6 x in view and 2 x hidden portside. His wife complaining loudly as she shivered in her Protectore Oversuit and Everoak helmet. Her ex army cellophane desert goggles the only eye protection against the hail and snow. No wonder the owner parked the bike up, never to be ridden again. It wasn't mechnical problems that stopped 'Lovely Maroon' it was lack of rubber patches and vulcanising glue!

 

You kids ! Ya don't know ya born..!

Pour a beer Posh ! Let's drink to hero's past!