You know Troy won't pass up a chance to fish either.
One of Brian's Shovelhead and Sarai's Twink.
Oh the beautiful clearwater creeks of Tennesee.
The impressive part of this one is the coveted No. 1 points cover is still riveted on and the factory electronic ignition is still firing the bike.
Julia won the fishing contest and got a shirt big enough to be a dress.
That goofball left his brand new camera in the pocket of his truck door and told everyone he lost it.
Of course my bike is not running right. It's cutting out at WOT like hitting a rev limiter. I had already tried main jets with no change. I figured a coil swap couldn't hurt. The coil I got from Trent didn't help the problem, but I am glad I swapped this before it fell off my bike.
Like he's never seen that before.
Ain't no party like a creek party.
Cory models and tests the oar we found yesterday.
There was a stone skipping seminar as well.
Who invited a Panhead?
Jethro is unamused.
Kevin is still ready for more.
This is my good friend Noah. He is one of two of my first marital arts instructors. He doesn't own a bike, but lives in Tennessee now. I invited him out to SpartaFest last year and he took right to the rest of our crew. So I invited him out again.
These ladies posed and not one chicken wing in the squad.
The lady on the right is Knucklebucket's sister. There seems to be an ongoing debate between the two on who is the retarded sibling.
Of course, Huckster is always encouraging folks to Stand Tall And Guzzle.
I obliged him. And we enjoyed Sophisticated Taste Among Gentlemen.
I honestly can't figure out which part of this picture is actually the straight part.
So Hounddog and I made a wager at SpartanFest last year. The winner would get one cold beer in a clean glass and three you-daddy's from the loser. I won. Kenny paid out with the skinniest beer in a glass and quietest you-daddy's in the history of gentlemen's wagers.
But boy that beer was cold and refreshing.
Huckster working his selfie game on my camera.
Vern doing his thang.
More hardcore camping.
I was not doing Jaime any favors filming this. The Troublemaker causes trouble.
Vern had some advice that he didn't take or didn't work. I don't remember.
I don't think it lit off for Andy either.
Moonrise in the mountains.
Ebert Coats(Bevy's dad), Tom, and Jeff. . The usual suspects at the usual place.
. Remembering the people that aren't with us any more.
Most folks don't know it, but Cory is a model for the JCPenney's catalog.
See how good he is. It's almost automatic.
Tennessee Rick and Ms. Deb.
BEACH BALL SIZED LADY NUTS.
The Hounddog was off of the chain.
Sleepy and Michael.
George, Andy, and the Queen.
Watching the show.
I don't think Kevin and Steve believe a word coming out of Michael's mouth.
The face you make when someone secretly switches STAG for your PBR.
It wasn't too crowded. There were a couple of slow bikes keeping us in a parade, but there were plenty of turn offs. The slow ones should have used those. I turned off a few times just to wait for the rode to open up a bit.
And like a true tourist, I bought a picture from 129slayer.com.
And one from Killboy.com.
Another glamor shot.
Tennessee is beautiful. This is my fourth time to visit Tennessee, and I do enjoy it.
This is the only thing worth looking at and the only bike at the Dragon's Tail Harley Dealer(?)/Boutique/T-Shirt Shop.
Lunch at the Dragon's Pit Bar-b-que.
Back to camp. Speaking of Harley T-shirts, the MoCo put out these tie dye shirts with Shovelhead 1966-1984. I think every dirty hippie in camp had one from there local dealer or some far off location.
Tom, Sleepy, Julia, Huckster, and Greg.
Mike and Pibb.
Pibb cleaning the one lens he uses.
They say Panhead Fred is everywhere.
The SilverBullet's new ride.
Kelly cooking burgers.
KevJer's mighty steed.
Tim trying to get some cell phone service. Good luck on that.
Chillin' in the bar.
Paul, that made you look stuff is ghey. Ernie and Kentrr agree.
Sleepy and Greg inspect the raffle smoker.
Racer Jim's FLH is super nice.
Dennis, Hounddog, George, and Jaime.
I don't recall whose Softail this is, but it looked showroom new.
It's flat and easy to carry on your belt, or in a pocket, jacket, saddlebag, or toolroll.
On the left you can see the bits it comes with: PH#1, PH#2, SL-1/4, SL-3/16, T15, T20, S1, S2. I don't have any Torx or Square drive fasteners on my bike, so I swapped mine a bit. I added a PH#3, needed for at least the airbox on both my bikes. A 5mm hex, because that fits the seat of my Kawasaki. Also for the Kawasaki, I added two JIS#2 bits, for all the rest of its screws. I kept the PH#2, PH#1, SL-1/4, and SL-3/16, as those seem to be useful. If I had a modern Harley, then I would have totally added a Torx 27, because every fastener on those seems to be that bit size.
Well here we are again leaking pushrods. I have had more trouble with the pushrods on this last build than anything. I have been too busy jacking with them and life to even blog about the trials and tribulations. So here's the story. The cool stainless steel Big Jim's tubes leaked and leaked regardless of seals tried. I swapped the fatter aluminum solid pushrods for slimmer steel versions thinking it was the pushrods hitting the tubes. No real change. Daniel thought that the oil tank needed a vent to atmosphere. I tried that, but it didn't help. So I drug the bike back to Daniel in Bartlesville. He swapped the stainless tubes for stock style and everything seemed great. The stainless tube didn't quite center up correctly. Then I noticed that the vent was putting oil out onto the transmission top and clutch basket. So I thought the vent was no longer needed and plugged it with a brass pipe plug.
Well I guess it still has too much case pressure, because oil is coming out the pushrods again.
And oil was even around the brass pipe plug that was sealed with teflon tape. And yes the oil is only about half up in the oil tank.
There was controversy on were to align the breather gear mark when we used the degree wheel on it on two different occasions. I am going to move it from one tooth off to two teeth and see if that helps.
Anyway, I manage to get all the way to Durant before I had to stop for a beer. The 9th Street Bar is a nice little place.
2 o'clock on a Friday afternoon and some random dude was playing country covers for tips and beers. He was pretty decent. Poor guy lost his Harley when he went to rehab.
Back on the road.
Red River bridge to Texas.
Hay bales and countrysides.
Made it to camp. Panhead Fred and Jimbo beat me, and sadly no one had any beer.
Luckily, Pibb rolled in directly behind me.
Pibb saves the day with a trailer full of Bud diesels straight from St. Louis proper.
There were a lot wildflowers, but most weren't where I could get pictures very easily.
Jimbo's primary belt was slapping and he needed to fix it.
Texas Mark got to camp.
He brought his son Eli, too.
The usual suspects.
Beautiful views of lake and sky as always.
Trent and Jason got there about dark.
I have no idea what Pibb was looking for.
Shemp rolled in on Saturday and his bike wasn't quite right, so Mark got to work.
My wife did an excellent job of taking care of everyone at camp.
More chillin' from these two.
My boys did a little fishing and caught a few.
A hitch hiker on Pibb's trailer.
Everything was fine...
until the camera flashed and people got irritated.
Another SCfest in the books.
More on the singing cowboy in Durant, I was getting gas on my way back through on Sunday and I will be damned if the singer didn't show up at the quickie in a pick up truck and get on the trailer and start picking again. Unfortunately, I sent my camera home with my wife so I can't prove it.