Logan,
My bike is a ht. I upped the compression by removing the base plate gasket (the one between the jug and block). I ported the head alittle w/dremel. 44t sprocket.
The reason for all this was because BGF sold me a scrap motor on e-bay. It was siezed to begin with. I broke a ring in disassembly and managed to find one .040 undersize from DAX (highly recomended) as is Blue collar Bob also (who offered to send one for free if he had time to look, if he had one).
Both of these guy's run great shops. This board supplied a wealth of info! The bike pulls like the DEVIL between 8 and 20 mph but flattens out at about 23.
As for clubs. I worked in a pizzeria up here when I was younger (18). I befriended a very good looking female co-worker (early 30's). Used to see her safely home party innocently ect. I knew she had a boyfriend (fresh out of jail) who rode a Harley (covered in tattoos). This used to drive him NUTS (that we were friends). I never made a move on her, she was just fun to be arround.
Before I hurt my back (seriously), I held a purple belt in one art and was 2 degree's away from my Black in another.
Some guy used to always come in and bother her. One day he grabbed her behind. I told him to get the flip out, he reached toward me. The cook said I hit him six times before he hit the ground (folded in the cornner). Affraid I ran to a friends house (he was bleeding profusely), I knew I got him a good one.
This guy was 6'5 300lbs easy, I was only 5'10" 150lbs. The cops laughed when they seen me...
I didn't realize it at the time. I had just done a BIG favor for her boyfriend who happened to be a President for one of the most powerful Club's in the Country. Infact she egged me on to go to a party he was throwing. I was young and unjaded. When I got there, I was affraid to go to the house, the WHOLE street was linned w/bikes. I was presented full colors (not a striker patch), a greyhound ticket, promissed a good job, bike and expenses paid (for awhile).
I had to decline due to personal reasons. The chance they offered and the trust these guy's put in me will never be forgotten, they were not BS'n me. At 38, it is still one of the best parties I've ever attended! Thanks, if one of the guy's see's this and was in Buffalo for it!
Moral is that Brotherhood is a good thing, I wouldn't have done anything different if it happened again (accept probably loss the fight) with my back the way it is. Never once was I threatened by this individual who's girl I walked home. I knew he didn't like me, untill I showed my true colors. These guy's (I would only find out latter) were where I belonged if I was to join. They are genuinely good people (not troublemakers). They packed up and left a few weeks latter. I never heard from them again. My heart tells me they're still together and doing well.
Best advice I could ever give, is be yourself and let your conscious be your guide. Do what is right for the right reason and you'll never go wrong! I regret not joining now, but the lord always has his way of working things out. I really wish I could spill my guts but will never compromise my true friends, friends are what this life is all about!
