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.  

68' Ducati 250 single (part 1)

Every year Barber puts on a vintage bike festival.  I’ve been going the past few years and love every second of it.  This is basically where people of all different ages from all over the country come together to camp out and bring their old motorcycles to show, ride, talk about, race, and just enjoy the bikes.  They have a swap meet with tons of old motorcycle parts for sale or trade.  They have motorcycle races all weekend.  Watching these guys fly around the track is reason enough to check it out.  There are motorcycles everywhere.  You’ll see cafe racers, bobbers, old motocross bikes, and even some Harley’s.  You can hear the guys on the two-stroke motors well before you see them coming.  There are motorcycles lined up and down the road for what seems like forever.  I usually wind up eating fish tacos at some point from this Mexican food truck that is always there.  Not to mention the track itself.  The place is surrounded by bright green, well manicured grass.  Trees put in just the right place to catch some shade from the Alabama heat.  And, for some reason, the sky just seems bluer at Barber.  

They have a part of the track specifically set up for cafe racer type bikes to congregate that they call Ace Corner.  Up at the top of the hill you can see turn 17 as the old bikes fly by screaming like they still have something to prove.  There is no way for me to accurately describe to you how cool this is.  You really need to go see for yourself.  Last year I’m sitting up there with Pops and I ask him “man, don’t you just want to do that so bad?”  He replied, “no, not really.”  My brain can’t understand that for some reason.  

So after sitting a while we decide to check out the swap meet area where my buddy Ray is working trying to sell some stuff.  Ray is probably the best mechanic I will ever know.  He works on anything from Ferrari’s to old Triumph’s.  I met Ray through Bill Mitchell of Mitchell Classics.  Bill always had about 3 vintage Ducati race bikes he kept that Ray raced.  I am a pretty big fan of Ducati and a bit of an old soul so naturally I always wanted one of the bikes.  Lo and behold Ray has one with a blown motor for sale.  It would have probably have been in my best interest to leave it be.  I sometimes do things that aren’t in my best interest.    

I mulled the idea over for a few days but eventually gave in to the fact that the bike would be my next purchase.  The bike is so light weight Caleb (my brother) and I loaded it up in the back of the Green Bean (Honda Element).  Ray told us that the bike would run but made a sound that made him think something was wrong with the crank.  He suggested I try to get it to run to hear it for  myself.  So that was the plan.  I took it home and drained all of the old gas out of it, got the battery charged up, fixed the clutch cable, and few other little things.  You have to push start the bike because of it being a race bike- the kickstarter was removed.  We decided that the hill at the top of my neighborhood was a good place to get the bike rolling.  So, we loaded the bike up and pushed it down the hill.  We would get a rumble and a sputter from the exhaust occasionally but that’s about it.  This was still enough to keep us pushing.  We were pouring sweat, like Strickland’s do, trying to get this thing to pull its own weight.  After several attempts I finally felt it pull.  We were convinced that the next try was it.  Little did we know the engine had just completely locked up.  We decided that pulling the bike behind the car was a lot easier way to get it running.  After dragging the thing around the neighborhood I realized that the back tire was not going to move.

The following Monday I called Ray to give him the news.  He gave me a couple of numbers of some guys to contact.  I also called a few of my buddies that I thought may have some insight.  The problem with an old bevel driven Ducati race bike is that there aren’t many people that know much about them and the ones that do are not cheap.  At this point I was kind of clueless as to my next move.  Fortunately for me, Ray called me and told me that he had decided he was going to help me rebuild the bike from top to bottom.  With Ray this involves going through every nut and bolt.  Needless to say I was excited to get this news.  My next step was to completely tear the bike down.

This is how it started.

New Website, New Perspective

Somewhere on the Blueridge Parkway Summer 2014

"Playing guitar really isn't a whole lot different than riding a motorcycle."

My garage on a hot Alabama day with Dylan playing in the background while working on a motorcycle - one of my favorite places to be.  There's no better feeling than a sweaty shirt and scrubbing off grease from the task accomplished at the end of the day.  Sunday afternoons riding motorbikes with friends down roads only locals use to get to town.  Getting together with my bandmates and working on a new tune that seems to be there but somehow needs our help to be brought into an audible existence.  That moment at the end of the night into the fourth set when my amp and guitar come alive and seem to play me. These are the moments in time that I try to collect. 

Playing guitar really isn't a whole lot different than riding a motorcycle. Riding a motorcycle isn't much different than working in that garage.  These things that we do are just a lifestyle.  We need to be free of marketing, politics, judgement from others, and ourselves. The aforementioned activities are an escape for a moment. These lifestyle choices, to an extent, determine how we dress, spend money, time, and the people we interact with.

The world is dying for something real.  We all need an escape from the constant demand for our attention.  We are bombarded with advertisements everywhere we turn.  This demand for our attention is very overwhelming.  It seems to suck the very life out of everything that I cherish, i.e. music, family, quality of life and goods.  We all have our escapes, yours may differ from mine but isn't it really the same?

 So here I am, a businessman preaching to you about "The Man."  I assure you I am anything but that.  I just want to create a community of people that are all on the same team.  I want you to walk into my store and not feel intimidated or out of place.  I want you to feel at home and a part.  I want to help you make music.