Parah_Salin
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Or, more over, being an idiot, and then refusing to give in, and fixing your mistakes makes you brilliant.
I'm first going to say that my happy time motorbike is not finished. I have no idea if it will hold up for more than 15 minutes of riding once I'm done. But I'm having a happy time with it (pun intended)
See, almost a year ago, I bought the happy time kit almost as an impulse buy, and it was gathering dust. It had joined my box of styrofoam heads, my colection of rusted out huffy bicycles, that extra NIN/Janes addiction ticket that I should have scalped for $40 at the door as aposed to selling to some guy on craigslist for $30 (who showed up late and caused my to miss 20 min of the NIN set), and my several broken autococker paintball guns as "stupid things I shouldn't have bought that have raped my bank account more than my smoking habit."
Anways, I did finally put it on a bicycle, and went ahead under the false impression that it would be like assembling a piece of furniture from IKEA, with everything fitting together nicely and neatly and smoothly. It wasn't, but the knowledge that everything AFTER this one little hangup (making custom engine mounts, cutting the intake pipe so the carb would fit in the frame) would be smooth sailing got me through.
Then came the kicker- after not finding the master link on the chain, and not knowing which way the engine rotated, came the brilliant idea of my dad and my cousin to try to manually move the cylinder head to thread the chain though- needless to say it didn't work, and I was left with the piston not even in the engine casing and not wanting to go back in. And I was leaving for a 2 week vacation to South Carolina the next day. Brilliant.
Well, I just got back, and decided to give it another go. 2 weeks of warm air, chigger bites, and violating golf-cart warranties will clear your head pretty good. I managed to find the stupid chain master link, and find little "nubs" in the grooves where the piston rings sat that allowed me to compress them and get the engine back together. Yay, smooth sailing, right?
No, one of my wooden mounts is going to get chewed to bit by the chain- so it's time to get busy with a hand-planer. I also have a sneaking suspicion that while the inner tubing and rubber washers I used reduce vibration on the engine mounts, while they will do wonders for preserving my sperm count, will only make the HT's problem of obliterating every little bit of hardware with vibration even worse. So a top engine mounting bracket will have to be made, and a old metal snow-shovel is cowering in terror because it knows it will be mutilated beyond recognition in my effort to make a top bracket.
And I know that after this there will probably be more stupid little issues. And I know I probably will have made a mistake somewhere and that this thing probably won't run for very long.
But I think there was a point, somewhere- figuring all this **** out is good for, and makes you smarter. I am alot more confident at fixing things now. I understand small engines now, in the sort of way you can't get from reading the Wikipedia article on "2-stroke engines"- it is a good feeling. I belive I know enough to really put the forges and milling machines available in my colleges metal shop to good use too. which is definitely a good thing.
And even if it dosn't run, the adult ed small engine repair class was $200, so I'm getting all of that $75 off.
I'm first going to say that my happy time motorbike is not finished. I have no idea if it will hold up for more than 15 minutes of riding once I'm done. But I'm having a happy time with it (pun intended)
See, almost a year ago, I bought the happy time kit almost as an impulse buy, and it was gathering dust. It had joined my box of styrofoam heads, my colection of rusted out huffy bicycles, that extra NIN/Janes addiction ticket that I should have scalped for $40 at the door as aposed to selling to some guy on craigslist for $30 (who showed up late and caused my to miss 20 min of the NIN set), and my several broken autococker paintball guns as "stupid things I shouldn't have bought that have raped my bank account more than my smoking habit."
Anways, I did finally put it on a bicycle, and went ahead under the false impression that it would be like assembling a piece of furniture from IKEA, with everything fitting together nicely and neatly and smoothly. It wasn't, but the knowledge that everything AFTER this one little hangup (making custom engine mounts, cutting the intake pipe so the carb would fit in the frame) would be smooth sailing got me through.
Then came the kicker- after not finding the master link on the chain, and not knowing which way the engine rotated, came the brilliant idea of my dad and my cousin to try to manually move the cylinder head to thread the chain though- needless to say it didn't work, and I was left with the piston not even in the engine casing and not wanting to go back in. And I was leaving for a 2 week vacation to South Carolina the next day. Brilliant.
Well, I just got back, and decided to give it another go. 2 weeks of warm air, chigger bites, and violating golf-cart warranties will clear your head pretty good. I managed to find the stupid chain master link, and find little "nubs" in the grooves where the piston rings sat that allowed me to compress them and get the engine back together. Yay, smooth sailing, right?
No, one of my wooden mounts is going to get chewed to bit by the chain- so it's time to get busy with a hand-planer. I also have a sneaking suspicion that while the inner tubing and rubber washers I used reduce vibration on the engine mounts, while they will do wonders for preserving my sperm count, will only make the HT's problem of obliterating every little bit of hardware with vibration even worse. So a top engine mounting bracket will have to be made, and a old metal snow-shovel is cowering in terror because it knows it will be mutilated beyond recognition in my effort to make a top bracket.
And I know that after this there will probably be more stupid little issues. And I know I probably will have made a mistake somewhere and that this thing probably won't run for very long.
But I think there was a point, somewhere- figuring all this **** out is good for, and makes you smarter. I am alot more confident at fixing things now. I understand small engines now, in the sort of way you can't get from reading the Wikipedia article on "2-stroke engines"- it is a good feeling. I belive I know enough to really put the forges and milling machines available in my colleges metal shop to good use too. which is definitely a good thing.
And even if it dosn't run, the adult ed small engine repair class was $200, so I'm getting all of that $75 off.