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Hypercharger to Mooneyes: Part 2

Alright, alright. Lummie welded up the nipples on my coolant pipes for my carb warmer bypass. If you want to run OEM parts you can buy the pipes for an FI 1500 Vulcan, but be sure to get the rubber hose to the head for FI model, too. The FI head pipe is shorter than the carb head pipe and won't reach the carb'ed rubber hose.

Water pump pipe in place.

Head pipe in place.

Time to get the rest of the anti-freeze out. I have always wondered why all the service manual have instructions to wash the burp can with dishsoap. After seeing this burp can, I understand.

Fill it up, shake it until the bubbles stop.  Fill it again, over and over.

Fill the burp can, too. When I get it running again, I will bleed it, too.

Let's check the radiator cap while we are here. Yep, it's about half what it should be. I'll need to replace that.

I had all the metal parts of the airbox adaptor powdercoated. They look sweet.

I love this airbox set-up. Remember you saw it on a 1500 Vulcan here, first.

Shovelhead front end problems

I changed the front tire on my shovelhead. I never have quite figure out this mess of a front end that came with my basketcase way back when. It's a 77-83 FX 35mm dual disk front with the pinch caps on both legs and has an aftermarket conversion kit to wideglide, too. What a mess. If the motor work on this bike hadn't drained me, then I would have gotten something different for it a while back.

So anywho, I was riding around and the front end feels squirrelly in a turn and my speedo quits. I come home and find this. UGH.

It should be something like this.

So, as near as I can tell, you get both pinch clamps kind of close to tight and torque the front axle to 50ft*lbs, then torque the pinch clamps to spec. I kept getting a nasty gap between the speedo drive and right leg. I'm sure it was riding on a high spot like this and spun loose causing my problem.

Finally, I got the speedo drive and right leg into their (hopefully) happy place.

It's THE HALF-ASSED CHRISTMAS PARTY at the GASSER LOUNGE!!! ...and don't forget the HANNUKKHA HOT TUB too!!!!!!

Well, you went to a themed Christmas Party this year did you? That must have been nice. How many sweaters did you count? How much was the least expensive beer on the menu? ...tisk tisk tisk. You missed a multi-cultural, multi-themed, multi-sweatered, half-assed-but-fun-as-hell "chopper" Christmas Party! Where else are you gonna find a Dead Santa? a bunch of Dead Marionettes (wink wink), a Rabbi and a Bunny, and more snow than in any other part of Southern California? Come on, you know where. Say it.... Go on, Say it...

"alright... I'll say it for you. THE GASSER LOUNGE."

Merry Christmas 

Just a couple pics from our KITMAS (the pre-Gasser Christmas Party) BBQ street party

Kit lives at the end of Candy Cane Lane and for the last 20 years he's had a large Grinch atop his chimney while every other house on the block has decorated for the kids and tourists who visit his block every Christmas season. What was funny about parking choppers on the lawn and drinking beers was every one who came by looked at the Grinch on the roof, looked at the bikes, and kept on going... except for one 4 or 5 year old that ran up and said "I want a motorcycle!" Oh yeah... Dad, she's going to be trouble. Another lady, some Mom-type, says "Didn't you get the memo?" Yeah, we got it. You want a beer? Good times... but next up, the "Half Assed" Christmas Party at the Gasser Lounge!!!

DicE Issue 59 - The Biltwell Issue.

Issue 59 - The Biltwell Issue.

Gwen: [whispering] "Richard! Richard, there's a man... in his underwear... in your kitchen."
Richard: [whispering] "It's ok. He's with me. He's my, um... my butler."
Gwen: "You have a butler?"
Richard: "Yeah, it's okay, shh... he'll go away."
Jack, Richard's Dad: [walks back from the kitchen, spots Richard andGwen on the couch] "Oh. Oh! I didn't realize you had company. Goodevening, young lady."
Richard: "That's all right, Monroe. Yes, would you just go lay out my blue pinstripe for the morning?"
Jack, Richard's Dad: "How about if I lay you out?"
Richard: "Very well."

Rod: "Ok, the safe word is WHHiskey.”
Kevin: "Sorry, Rod, What was that?"
Rod: “WHHiskey”
Kevin: "Don't you mean Whiskey?”
Rod: "WHHat?"
Kevin: "You're saying it weird."
Rod: "Saying WHHat WHHeird?"
Kevin: "All of it."
Rod: "WHHere do you get off?"
Kevin: "I just don't get why you’re saying it that way?"
Rod: "I'm saying WHHat, WHHat WHHay?"
Kevin: "Forget it."
Rod: "I WHHill! I WHHill forget it!"

Billy: "I'm a chain belt in Kung Fu. Bruce Lee was my teacher. (fake karate move and screaming) That's the 'quart of blood' technique. Do it, 

quart of blood drops out of a body."

Inmate 1: "Tell him how you beat on the cop."

Billy: "Cops, plural! Beat the shit out of ten cops and had to change my whole strategy around."

Inmate 2: "When they brought you in and booked you, you was crying like a pussy."

Inmate 3: "Yeah."

Billy: "The cops threw tear gas in my face. I still walked in like a man, so get outta my face."

Inmate 2: "You beat up a man, putting him in hospital. How come I don't see marks on you?"

Inmate 3: "Yeah."

Billy: "Cos I'm a karate man. Karate men bruise on the inside. They don't show their weaknesses. You don't know that, motherfucker? Now 

get off my back, all right!"

Cameron Poe: "Put... the bunny... back... in the box."

Car Rental Agent: "Welcome to Marathon. May I help you?"
Neal: "Yes."
Agent: "How may I help you?"
Neal: "You can start by wiping that fucking dumbass smile off your rosy fucking cheeks. Then you can give me a fucking automobile. A fucking Datsun, a fucking Toyota, a fucking Mustang, a fucking Buick... 4 fucking wheels and a seat!"
Agent: "I really don't care for the way you're speaking to me."
Neal: "And I really don't care for the way your company left me in the middle of fucking nowhere with fucking keys to a fucking car that isn't fucking there. And I really didn't care to fucking walk down a fucking highway and across a fucking runway to get back here to have you smile at my fucking face. I want a fucking car right fucking now."
Agent: "May I see your rental agreement?"
Neal: "I threw it away."
Agent: "Oh, boy."
Neal: "Oh, boy what?"
Agent: "You're fucked."

Dalton: "Sorry, we're closed."
Ketchum: "Then what are all these people doing here?"
Dalton: "Drinking and having a good time."
Ketchum: "That's why we're here."
Dalton: "You're too stupid to have a good time."

Peewee: "Hey, Terror! This guy just said we look like a bunch of pricks with ears!"
Joey: "I didn't say that! I didn't say that!"
Peewee: "Oh yeah! What did you say?"
Joey: "I said, uh, you guys look like a bunch of, uh, ears without pricks!"

Glenn: "Robbie Hart? Oh, man, I heard what happened to you at your wedding, that was so cold! You must've felt like shit!"
Robbie: "No, it felt real good, thanks for bringing that up, man. Hey, my parents died when I was ten, would you like to talk about that?"
Glenn: "No, why would I wanna talk about that?"
Robbie: "I don't know." 

TJ: "See this ring? Topaz, my mother's birthstone. Know where I got the money for it?"
Deuce Bigalow: "Where?"
TJ: Man-whoring! See this keychain? Mini yo-yo. Know where I got the money for it?
Deuce: Man-whoring?
TJ: Stock market! But I got the money for the stock market from man-whoring.

Billy Brown: "You adore me, you love me, you cherish me, Jesus Christ you can't live without me. I'm asking you to come there and make me look good. Alright? And if you make a fool out of me, I swear to God, I'll kill you right there. Boom! Right in front of Mommy and Daddy. And I'll tell you something else, you make me look bad... I will never ever talk to you again, ever. But if you do a good job, well, then you can be my best friend. My best friend that I've ever had. You hear me?"

Stoney: "Um, Robyn Sweeney, bro? She's not going to the prom with you, man. I wish she would, but she's really not."
Dave: "What are you talking about? Robyn Sweeney is mine. She's become a major babe, and she loves me."
Stoney: "She finds you crusty, Dave."
Dave: "I'll convince her! She'll see the truth."

Stoney: "The truth is bro, life's about greasing the 'do back, buddy, and wheezin' on the buff-fest, man. High school was interesting, alright? It was kinda like a harsh ride. Ah, ah..."
Dave: "Yeah."
Stoney: "If you're edged 'cause I'm weazin all your grindage, just chill. 'Cause if I had the whole brady bunch thing happenin' at my pad, I'd go grind over there, so dont tax my gig so hard-core cruster."

Bud: "Look at those assholes, ordinary fucking people. I hate 'em."

Don: "You got some fuckin' neck ain't you. Retired? Fuck off, you're revolting. Look at your suntan, it's leather, it's like leather man, your skin. We could make a fucking suitcase out of you. Holdall. Like a crocodile, fat crocodile, fat bastard. You look like fucking Idi Amin, you know what I mean? Stay here? You should be ashamed of yourself. Who do you think you are? King of the castle? Cock of the walk? What you think this is the wheel of fortune? You think you can make your dough and fuck off? Leave the table? Thanks Don, see you Don, off to sunny Spain now Don, fuck off Don. Lying in your pool like a fat blob laughing at me, you think I'm gonna have that? You really think I'm gonna have that, ya ponce. All right, I'll make it easy for you. God knows you're fucking trying. Are you gonna do the job? It's not a difficult question, are you gonna do the job, yes or no?"

Carolyn: "Uh, whose car is that out front?"
Lester: "Mine. 1970 Pontiac Firebird. The car I've always wanted and now I have it. I rule!"

Frank: "I told my wife I wouldn't drink tonight. Besides, I got a big day tomorrow. You guys have a great time."
College Student: College student: "A big day? Doing what?"
Frank: "Well, um, actually a pretty nice little Saturday, we're going to go to Home Depot. Yeah, buy some wallpaper, maybe get some flooring, stuff like that. Maybe Bed, Bath, & Beyond, I don't know, I don't know if we'll have enough time."

Rembrandt: "They think we shot Cyrus."
Vermin: "What are you talking about? I don't get it."
Rembrandt: "They think we shot Cyrus. Every gang in the city must be looking for us!"
Cochise: "Holy shit!"
Rembrandt: "We're not gonna be able to make it back!"

Rizzo: "I've got so many hickies people will think I'm a leper."
Kenickie: "Relax... A hickie from Kenickie is like a Hallmark card, when you only care enough to send the very best!"
Rizzo: "You pig!"
Kenickie: "Oh, I love it when you talk dirty!"
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