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Well, worked all day, jumping up and down on the kickstarter 'til my leg got numb. But after open carburetor surgery, Godzirra lives. Once I got all the green slimey stuff from 12 years of storage cleaned out, the beast lit up and ran as smooth as silk. This is purely old school 1973 Harley. No mufflers[they cost extra and in my younger days quiet was not a priority, although allot of my current neighbors looked but did not look happy when I made enough noise to setoff there car alarms]. And ... no electric starter[ as I've said before real Harleys do not have electric starters]. Part I complete, it runs again.

Part II - Chrome doesn't look like chrome anymore. Rub shine, polish, wax, repeat, many times. Like painting a bridge, once you get to the other end, go back and start over again. What wasn't chrome was polished aluminum and it ain't shiny no mo. About a month of this and it may be presentable again. I also noticed all the scratches that Jr put on the paint when he was 3 years old. Rub some more.
In between rubbings a quick ride to piss off the neighbors. Hope the local constabulary doesn't notice the 1996 license plate on the back. Could be a problem, no tag, no insurance, but officer I was not gonna go anywhere, just a test ride.

Basement still smells like stale gas. Madam LaPlace wants me to put it back in the barn. Pointing out that me and beloved MC have been friends 15 years longer than I've known her did not improve my standing at all. Same thing happened when I dragged home a rusty Jaguar. Just as a talking point I indicated that the car was built the same year she was born. No smiling face then either. I just don't know when to shut up. She continues to put up with my soft spot for old rusty and noisy orphans. I can't say it keeps me off the streets tho.