Be A Man

A couple of weeks ago a wiry kid walked into my shop that I hadn’t seen before, or at least I didn’t recognize.  He is obviously a quiet guy but has some heavy news to deliver to me.  Mustering up the nerve to say something he tells me that his grandfather had just passed.  His grandfather was a man I knew as Mr. Amos.  Cancer finally beat a man that in my eyes was unbeatable.

Mr. Amos was a rare breed nowadays, he was a man’s man if there ever was such a thing.  He wasn’t too tall.  He wasn’t very bulky in stature.  He wasn’t a loud spoken individual.  What Mr. Amos had was an undeniable air of confidence and toughness about himself.  He walked and spoke with authority that only comes from years of experience in this ride of life we’re on.  He believed that he could do anything that he set out to do and proved it over and over again.  The man had a guitar that needed a fret job and he just did it.  This is something that scares the crap out of most people.  I’m not suggesting that you go out and tear your guitar to pieces trying to fix things that are out of your realm of expertise.  What I am telling you is that Mr. Amos’ knowledge of mechanics and woodworking made a fret job a simple task to him.   

The reason I am telling you guys about Mr. Amos is because it is a frightening thing to think that our society is no longer making new Mr. Amos’s.  When we lost him we didn’t just lose a man, we lost an ideal.  It seems that we have gotten so used to throwing money at a problem that we have gotten away from the idea of getting dirty and doing it ourselves.  We have abandoned the idea of MAN as our grandfathers would have defined it.   

Admittedly I am still young and dumb in comparison to Mr. Amos.  I will just give you a few of my thoughts on how his type are created and how maybe we can get back to it.  Some of my good friends are old enough to be my Dad.  I admire these people and what they know and can do.  I make it a point to try and absorb as much of their knowledge as possible.  Try and always be aware that the people you talk to can often offer a lot of insight into many problems you will come across.  

Get yourself a toolbox and learn to use it.  If the sink is leaking, fix it.  If your car needs brake pads, replace them.  With the internet you can figure out how to do so many things.  I literally learned how to work on an old Triumph Tiger (motorcycle) by watching videos on the internet.  Don’t be afraid of messing up, because you probably will.  Also, don’t be afraid to walk away and clear your head.  I solve a lot of problems while I’m lying in bed just thinking.  When you finally figure out how to fix something and it actually works it is one of the best feelings I have felt.  This just instills so much confidence, and if you didn’t know, women seem to be attracted to confident guys.  Whatever that’s worth to you.   

My little boy is 19 months old now.  There is a song I wrote a few days after he was born that has a line in it that says “l’ll be the man that all others are based.”  This is a very heavy load to carry for me.  Obviously being able to do things around the house is only part of this equation.  I feel that it is my job to be the man that I want Jack to become.  We have to raise more Mr. Amos’s.  The world needs men.

68' Ducati 250 single (part 2) the tear down

So, taking a bike completely apart can be a bit of a daunting task, especially when it's a bike that you just spent a small chunk of money on.  I have worked on bikes a bit in the past but never completely tore one down with the intent to rebuild it from the bottom up.  I hate the feeling of helplessness.  So, I typically try and figure out how to fix/ solve whatever problem I am presented, which means there have been a lot of things I have taken on in my life that were intimidating initially.  I find that the best way to approach a task like this is one bolt at a time.  That sounds cheesy but it’s amazing how your confidence grows when you take something apart and see that things aren’t as complicated as they seem.

So if you look above you can see a few hours worth of work.  I basically just took bodywork off of the bike, removed the motor, took pictures of what I was doing, and put parts in bags with labels stating where they came from.  My next step was to take the motor to Ray so we could take it apart and see what failed.  At this point I'm feeling like this bike will be in a million pieces when I get planted back into the earth.  What's sad about that is that I hadn't even taken the motor apart yet.   

When I first saw the bike back at Barber Ray mentioned that he thought that the crank was having problems at the connecting rod.  To me the fact that he diagnosed the problem before ever seeing anything was crazy.  Ray can just listen to a motor and get a pretty good guess as to the problem it is having.  So we tear the motor down and pull the crank (this took a couple of sessions with Ray).  Ray was spot on.  The guy kinda blows my mind.  Now that we had the motor apart and found the problem our next step was to get it fixed.  There is a company in Florida called Syd's Cycles that specializes in old Ducati's.  Ray called Malcolm at Syd's and got instructions on shipping and packing the crank, cylinder, and oil pump.  I didn't mention this yet but the piston has to be replaced too because of the issues with the crank.  We sent the oil pump for Malcolm to look over and make sure that it is good to go.  The reason Ray can't fix the crank is basically the crank has to be pressed back together once it is fixed.  This process involves some very precise machinery that we don't have here locally.  The motor is currently in Florida.  I still have plenty I can do to get the chassis ready.  I will give you some info on that next time.  

Go Somewhere

Typically I wake up to Jack hollering “Mama.”  I drag myself out from under the covers and try to get presentable for the day.  Jack pretty much destroys the bathroom on a daily basis as I get ready to go to work.  He feels the need to empty every drawer in the bathroom as if he may find something new this time.  I finish that up and move on to coffee.  While the coffee is making, I play a little guitar as Jack runs around getting into anything he sees.  The guitar thing gets old for Jack pretty quick so we always end up rocking on the front porch listening to some tunes until Cindy’s folks get there to watch the little dude.  Tomorrow morning will be different for me.  I have my bike loaded down with only the things I have to have, ready to head out for a long weekend trip to the mountains with my brother and Big Al.  

I usually get a little uptight right before we leave for our little adventures because of all the unforeseen things that may or may not happen along the way.  The distance seems so far until you get going.  Like anything else in life the first mile is the hardest to get under your belt.  Once you get on down the road a piece you begin to settle in to the sound of the wind and the bumps in the road.  You realize everything will not only be okay but will be something worth living.  

The reason I tell you this is that I think we all need to get away with our guy friends (girl friends if you're of the female variety).  The fact of the matter is males and females are different.  Guys will act different when it is just other guys around.  I’m sure girls are the same.  You build tighter bonds with your friends when you go somewhere different for a few days.  There will be memories that you create that will last you forever.  Going away also makes you appreciate home and the people back there that miss you when you're gone.  So pick you something to do, get some people together and go be as ridiculous as you want to be.