I’m not crying, you’re crying

Well it was a momentous weekend. Ted came by the shop to pick up the R 75/5 and my lift for the “working display” in the museum. Brook & Jinks from Motoworks came to pick up a truckload of stuff (incl. tire rack) and they helped load it all. George had the idea to use the forklift to load the motorcycle lift—brilliant! Ted went to the Square Route Rally to do the Foundation drawing. Nobody got hurt 🙂

Moving all my stuff out of my workstation reminded me that I still have two blown engines I never finished dismantling. Nowhere to keep them—I guess they’re off to the metal recycler for $$ by the pound.

All my stuff is out of the shop! Well … most of it. When I left, my bench was clear. I swear!

I had to move my tools and the R 1200 GS. Discovered thanks to YouTube that the drawers of my tool box and chest come out. There’s a small tab on either side, you pop that with a flat screwdriver and boom, they slide right out. Took all that to Morton’s, got locked in the warehouse by Pat. Kind of funny but also not.

Saturday, I went to Home Depot and got four storage tubs. Back to the shop to collect most of the rest of my stuff. Met the new property owner, the HVAC guy—Brady or Randy or something. Seems like a nice guy.

Feels like I spend more time with the truck and trailer lately than on my bike.

Gave a Slash 6 seat pan and two handlebars that came with my bike to Dale, put two helmets and a bunch of stuff in the dump pile, brought the rest home. Filled all four tubs! Everything is still in the car (I’ll unload it tomorrow). Taking THAT stuff out made the end of the shop feel really final. Sad. Struggling with this change but trying to stay positive.

The folks at Morton’s are on board with my idea for dealer videos. Brook & Jinks are interested in doing some videos, too—could likely do more involved stuff with them, like the pushrod tubes and seals. I’m concerned about where and how to do the work on the ’66 … probably should have put more thought into it before actually buying that bike.

Not exactly upset at only having to only go an hour each way to work on bikes, but really sad because I feel like George is gone. He’s not one to make much effort to hang out.

My tools in their new home, however temporary it might end up being.