Kids get so excited when there's a fight. They almost expect it and feed off of it. When did fights become so commonplace in schools? Why do we accept/overlook the fact that middle school students are so entertained by physical violence? Have they learned it in the media? In their neighborhood? School should be the place where this doesn't happen. Never happens. What's the source of the violent behavior... and the audience for it!!!?
Kids with no respect for rules or adults.
Kids with no remorse for hurting other people's feelings.
Parents who make the child's situation (and our classroom) WORSE, by excusing and condoning their child's actions and behavior.... and then blaming teachers.
Elementary school teachers who pass students who can't read or write, and don't know how to act and behave like civilized human beings.
Parents who aren't showing and teaching their children to act and behave like civilized human beings.
Parents and children who don't VALUE the education they've come to school to attain, or the people responsible for providing it.
Society expecting under-appreciated and underpaid teachers to solve all of the above problems between 8:30 and 3:30, 5 days a week.
HELP!!!!!!!!!
Tuesday, October 6, 2015
Sunday, March 22, 2015
Overwhelming Imagination!
I have a serious issue:
In a matter of minutes, I can create a list of projects that would take me a full year to complete, if I were working on them full-time, instead of going to my current job full-time. Does this mean that it's time for me to retire? Seriously-- I am cursed with the ability to imagine amazing and outlandish creations that may never actually exist in reality. I feel like an imprisoned, constipated artist, who may never actually have the time, confidence, and courage to pursue my full potential as an artist/musician/builder/etc. These great ideas I continue to imagine might just live in my mind for eternity! Why? Well, here's my excuse list...
I'm married and have two daughters (7- and 3-years old) with a 3rd child on the way. I work full-time as a middle school music teacher and play in a band. I guess the excuse list isn't that substantial, but it's there, nonetheless. A life coach or organizational professional would probably tell me to simplify my life and work on one project until it's complete, to avoid getting overwhelmed. And also to get a sense of accomplishment by celebrating small victories, one at a time. But, there's only one very serious problem with that suggestion: it's not me. I've never been able to do that and would never want to do that. It's just not in my DNA. I'm a thinker and I LOVE to imagine. The only issue is that I don't have the time to pursue all of the ideas I'm constantly dreaming up. Take this blog, for example. I started the blog to write about my newest project: the renovation and resurrection of a motorcycle I purchased in the summer of 1996. This past winter vacation (January 2015) I disassembled the entire carburetor, front brake caliper, and brake lines, with the goal of having the bike put back together in ride-able condition by March of this year. But, as soon as my vacation was over, I stopped working on the bike and my carburetor is still sitting on the workbench in the garage, waiting for me to give it the TLC it needs. And, with every thing else in my life that demands attention, Yamaha Maxim probably isn't going to be getting any until my next vacation in July!
So, what else did I add to my plate? A complete renovation of the backyard which will include a play structure for the kids, a firepit, a 10-gallon all-grain homebrewing setup, and the purchase of 11 hops rhizomes that need to be planted 3-5 ft. apart from each other ASAP. So, yeah, I overwhelmed myself again by pursuing all of the wonderful ideas created by my mind (and my wife's!) over the past several months!
I know it's all going to work out, but it would be nice at some point in my life if I were able to pursue all of these crazy ideas full-time. Unfortunately, the world doesn't work that way. For some, I guess it does. But, for me, I have accepted my current role as a suppressed artist being tortured by the lack of time to create. I keep looking at that excuse list and wondering if it's actually valid. Maybe I should stop writing this blog and start pursuing one of the ideas on my list!!!
In a matter of minutes, I can create a list of projects that would take me a full year to complete, if I were working on them full-time, instead of going to my current job full-time. Does this mean that it's time for me to retire? Seriously-- I am cursed with the ability to imagine amazing and outlandish creations that may never actually exist in reality. I feel like an imprisoned, constipated artist, who may never actually have the time, confidence, and courage to pursue my full potential as an artist/musician/builder/etc. These great ideas I continue to imagine might just live in my mind for eternity! Why? Well, here's my excuse list...
I'm married and have two daughters (7- and 3-years old) with a 3rd child on the way. I work full-time as a middle school music teacher and play in a band. I guess the excuse list isn't that substantial, but it's there, nonetheless. A life coach or organizational professional would probably tell me to simplify my life and work on one project until it's complete, to avoid getting overwhelmed. And also to get a sense of accomplishment by celebrating small victories, one at a time. But, there's only one very serious problem with that suggestion: it's not me. I've never been able to do that and would never want to do that. It's just not in my DNA. I'm a thinker and I LOVE to imagine. The only issue is that I don't have the time to pursue all of the ideas I'm constantly dreaming up. Take this blog, for example. I started the blog to write about my newest project: the renovation and resurrection of a motorcycle I purchased in the summer of 1996. This past winter vacation (January 2015) I disassembled the entire carburetor, front brake caliper, and brake lines, with the goal of having the bike put back together in ride-able condition by March of this year. But, as soon as my vacation was over, I stopped working on the bike and my carburetor is still sitting on the workbench in the garage, waiting for me to give it the TLC it needs. And, with every thing else in my life that demands attention, Yamaha Maxim probably isn't going to be getting any until my next vacation in July!
So, what else did I add to my plate? A complete renovation of the backyard which will include a play structure for the kids, a firepit, a 10-gallon all-grain homebrewing setup, and the purchase of 11 hops rhizomes that need to be planted 3-5 ft. apart from each other ASAP. So, yeah, I overwhelmed myself again by pursuing all of the wonderful ideas created by my mind (and my wife's!) over the past several months!
I know it's all going to work out, but it would be nice at some point in my life if I were able to pursue all of these crazy ideas full-time. Unfortunately, the world doesn't work that way. For some, I guess it does. But, for me, I have accepted my current role as a suppressed artist being tortured by the lack of time to create. I keep looking at that excuse list and wondering if it's actually valid. Maybe I should stop writing this blog and start pursuing one of the ideas on my list!!!
Thursday, January 1, 2015
Life's a Dance you learn as you go
In my last post, I was reminded of a song:
"Life's a dance you learn as you go,
Sometime you lead, sometimes you follow,
Don't go crazy 'bout what you don't know,
Life's a dance you learn as you go."
As I try to figure out this bike and to tell its story-- and subsequently MY story-- this song is running through my head. I was AMAZED at how many microscopic pieces and openings there were inside the carburetor I disassembled 2 days ago! Unbelieveable. And, the fact that if any of these pin-sized holes is clogged your bike isn't going to operate at its full capacity, is insane to me. But, I have disassembled the entire carburetor, nonetheless, and it is ready to go through the sonic cleaner at a nearby mc shop.
But, first, back to that stuck pilot jet...
So, I'm disassembling the carb, and all is good... until I get to the pilot jets. Two are stuck and won't come out. When I was at the Home Depot a few days ago, I had one of those experiences where you see something, and your mind messes with you. It's happened to me frequently enough in my 40 revolutions around the sun, that I am very familiar with what's happening: As I'm walking through the store to go to the checkout, I randomly see a can of PB Blaster. And I think, "Hey, I just saw that on one of the YouTube videos I watched. That helps get rusted bolts unstuck. I'm gonna need that." Then, my mind says, "No, you won't need that. If you do need it, you can come back and get it." (Now, who in the hell wants to be in Home Depot to begin with, and then who in the hell wants to stop their motorcycle rebuild in order to run to Hell Depot for PB Blaster?!?!?) But, fortunately, then my mind says, "Hey Dumbass, you've done this before-- you saw something that you thought you would NEED, and then you talked yourself out of buying it, only to go home and immediately discover that you NEEDED it even worse than you had anticipated you would!!!! (Can I get an AMEN! if this has happened to you a hundred times before?!!
So, I listen to the voice that I like to call "gut instinct" and I purchase the PB Blaster, which was good, because I used it to removed one of the two stuck pilot jets. But, the 4th and final one was being terribly stubborn. I silently prayed and even cried a little. But, most importantly and most intelligently, I STOPPED. One of the things I have discovered as I get older is that sometimes you just can't rush things. Like trying to get a tree to bear fruit when YOU want it to, it doesn't happen that way. And we usually make our problems WORSE by trying to force something that wasn't ready to happen or wasn't supposed to happen at all.
But what do I do about this stuck pilot jet? I REALLY want to complete this rebuild while I'm on winter vacation. You got it-- go to the internet and YouTube. From a quick round of research, I discover my following options:
How to get a pilot jet unstuck (according to various forums and YouTube videos): in no particular order:
1) Left-Hand drill bits
2) Soak it in PB Blaster overnight
3) grind down an Allen wrench, hammer it into the jet to get a good grip, and try to unscrew it
4) apply heat to the outside of the stuck jet-- but be careful not to melt the metal. (I skipped this option because of that warning. The last thing I want to do is destroy this carburetor, which I have painstakingly disassembled. Not to mention that I don't want to buy another one, and they aren't cheap!)
5) Get nitric acid from a jeweler. Theoretically, the nitric acid would eat the brass jet, but not the carb body. I also don't like the sound of this.
6) Use an EZ Out screw extractor, but be careful not to crack the carb body in the process. (Oh God, I REALLY don't want to do that!!!)
What to do, what to do?!?!?!?
Well, after doing 1, 2, 3, and 6 (very gently), the jet is still stuck. And I need professional help-- in more ways than one!!!
In a hurry-- on New Year's Eve, mind you-- I grab the carburetor and head to the only motorcycle shop i know in the area. The sign on the front door says they're closed for the holidays, but the door is open and the owner of the shop is working with AT&T to install a new phone/internet cable in his shop. I show him my carburetor, and his first response is "Wow-- that stinks!" What he's smelling is a combination of fuel that turned into varnish and sat in the carb bowls for 3+ years, along with carb cleaner and PB blaster. So yeah, I'm sure that my carburetor AND my garage reaks of that stuff.
I tell the shop owner my sob story and he says he'll take a look at it, but that he's no hero. He goes to his work bench, grabs an e-z out, and with a few taps and turns the pilot jet is set free, and I am a VERY happy man. He asks me what kind of bike it's from, and I tell him: a 1981 Yamaha Maxim XJ550. "Oh-- he says. That's a UJM. The really good bike was the 650 Seca. Now THAT was a cool bike." UJM, I ask-- what the hell is a UJM? It stands for Universal Japanese Machine. Apparently my pride and joy-- the bike that I love so dearly and am attempting to resurrect after 15 years of neglect-- is, according to this repair guy, nothing more than a Universal Japanese Machine. And, while I appreciate his opinion, everyone has one. I'm not fixing or riding this bike, because OTHER people think it's cool. I'm fixing it because I think it's cool!!! I am very grateful to this guy for his help, but not so much for his opinion. After putting so much work and money into this project, his comments initially made me question what i'm doing and why I'm doing it, but now they're actually fuelling me to keep going!!! I must say, though, how grateful I am that he helped me out, considering that his shop wasn't even technically open. I will definitely be going back to his shop for his help to complete my rebuild.
The last thing the repair guy says to me before I leave the shop is, "You don't have a hot hand, so don't put any more money in the poker pot." Well, it's too late for that, I quip. I'm pretty sure that when this is all said and done, I will have spent more than $2,000 to resurrect a bike that cost me $1100 in 1996, and is probably worth $600 in its current condition.
Sometimes life is like this. You get motivated and inspired, and if it's important to you, then it doesn't matter what the cost is-- financially or personally. If it's that important to you, you HAVE to make it happen. You owe it to yourself and to the universe.
Reflecting on Mr. Repair guy's comments, I can't stop thinking about the song The Gambler, as it relates to my bike resurrection:
"You gotta know when to hold 'em,
Know when to fold 'em
Know when to walk away,
Know when to run.
You never count your money
while you're sittin' at the table,
There'll be time enough for counting,
When the dealin's done."
Maybe I should have walked away a long time ago? Oh well, "Life's a dance you learn as you go!"
"Life's a dance you learn as you go,
Sometime you lead, sometimes you follow,
Don't go crazy 'bout what you don't know,
Life's a dance you learn as you go."
As I try to figure out this bike and to tell its story-- and subsequently MY story-- this song is running through my head. I was AMAZED at how many microscopic pieces and openings there were inside the carburetor I disassembled 2 days ago! Unbelieveable. And, the fact that if any of these pin-sized holes is clogged your bike isn't going to operate at its full capacity, is insane to me. But, I have disassembled the entire carburetor, nonetheless, and it is ready to go through the sonic cleaner at a nearby mc shop.
But, first, back to that stuck pilot jet...
So, I'm disassembling the carb, and all is good... until I get to the pilot jets. Two are stuck and won't come out. When I was at the Home Depot a few days ago, I had one of those experiences where you see something, and your mind messes with you. It's happened to me frequently enough in my 40 revolutions around the sun, that I am very familiar with what's happening: As I'm walking through the store to go to the checkout, I randomly see a can of PB Blaster. And I think, "Hey, I just saw that on one of the YouTube videos I watched. That helps get rusted bolts unstuck. I'm gonna need that." Then, my mind says, "No, you won't need that. If you do need it, you can come back and get it." (Now, who in the hell wants to be in Home Depot to begin with, and then who in the hell wants to stop their motorcycle rebuild in order to run to Hell Depot for PB Blaster?!?!?) But, fortunately, then my mind says, "Hey Dumbass, you've done this before-- you saw something that you thought you would NEED, and then you talked yourself out of buying it, only to go home and immediately discover that you NEEDED it even worse than you had anticipated you would!!!! (Can I get an AMEN! if this has happened to you a hundred times before?!!
So, I listen to the voice that I like to call "gut instinct" and I purchase the PB Blaster, which was good, because I used it to removed one of the two stuck pilot jets. But, the 4th and final one was being terribly stubborn. I silently prayed and even cried a little. But, most importantly and most intelligently, I STOPPED. One of the things I have discovered as I get older is that sometimes you just can't rush things. Like trying to get a tree to bear fruit when YOU want it to, it doesn't happen that way. And we usually make our problems WORSE by trying to force something that wasn't ready to happen or wasn't supposed to happen at all.
But what do I do about this stuck pilot jet? I REALLY want to complete this rebuild while I'm on winter vacation. You got it-- go to the internet and YouTube. From a quick round of research, I discover my following options:
How to get a pilot jet unstuck (according to various forums and YouTube videos): in no particular order:
1) Left-Hand drill bits
2) Soak it in PB Blaster overnight
3) grind down an Allen wrench, hammer it into the jet to get a good grip, and try to unscrew it
4) apply heat to the outside of the stuck jet-- but be careful not to melt the metal. (I skipped this option because of that warning. The last thing I want to do is destroy this carburetor, which I have painstakingly disassembled. Not to mention that I don't want to buy another one, and they aren't cheap!)
5) Get nitric acid from a jeweler. Theoretically, the nitric acid would eat the brass jet, but not the carb body. I also don't like the sound of this.
6) Use an EZ Out screw extractor, but be careful not to crack the carb body in the process. (Oh God, I REALLY don't want to do that!!!)
What to do, what to do?!?!?!?
Well, after doing 1, 2, 3, and 6 (very gently), the jet is still stuck. And I need professional help-- in more ways than one!!!
In a hurry-- on New Year's Eve, mind you-- I grab the carburetor and head to the only motorcycle shop i know in the area. The sign on the front door says they're closed for the holidays, but the door is open and the owner of the shop is working with AT&T to install a new phone/internet cable in his shop. I show him my carburetor, and his first response is "Wow-- that stinks!" What he's smelling is a combination of fuel that turned into varnish and sat in the carb bowls for 3+ years, along with carb cleaner and PB blaster. So yeah, I'm sure that my carburetor AND my garage reaks of that stuff.
I tell the shop owner my sob story and he says he'll take a look at it, but that he's no hero. He goes to his work bench, grabs an e-z out, and with a few taps and turns the pilot jet is set free, and I am a VERY happy man. He asks me what kind of bike it's from, and I tell him: a 1981 Yamaha Maxim XJ550. "Oh-- he says. That's a UJM. The really good bike was the 650 Seca. Now THAT was a cool bike." UJM, I ask-- what the hell is a UJM? It stands for Universal Japanese Machine. Apparently my pride and joy-- the bike that I love so dearly and am attempting to resurrect after 15 years of neglect-- is, according to this repair guy, nothing more than a Universal Japanese Machine. And, while I appreciate his opinion, everyone has one. I'm not fixing or riding this bike, because OTHER people think it's cool. I'm fixing it because I think it's cool!!! I am very grateful to this guy for his help, but not so much for his opinion. After putting so much work and money into this project, his comments initially made me question what i'm doing and why I'm doing it, but now they're actually fuelling me to keep going!!! I must say, though, how grateful I am that he helped me out, considering that his shop wasn't even technically open. I will definitely be going back to his shop for his help to complete my rebuild.
The last thing the repair guy says to me before I leave the shop is, "You don't have a hot hand, so don't put any more money in the poker pot." Well, it's too late for that, I quip. I'm pretty sure that when this is all said and done, I will have spent more than $2,000 to resurrect a bike that cost me $1100 in 1996, and is probably worth $600 in its current condition.
Sometimes life is like this. You get motivated and inspired, and if it's important to you, then it doesn't matter what the cost is-- financially or personally. If it's that important to you, you HAVE to make it happen. You owe it to yourself and to the universe.
Reflecting on Mr. Repair guy's comments, I can't stop thinking about the song The Gambler, as it relates to my bike resurrection:
"You gotta know when to hold 'em,
Know when to fold 'em
Know when to walk away,
Know when to run.
You never count your money
while you're sittin' at the table,
There'll be time enough for counting,
When the dealin's done."
Maybe I should have walked away a long time ago? Oh well, "Life's a dance you learn as you go!"
Know where you've been in order to know where you're going
After 16 years, I am finally been reunited with my '81 XJ550. She travelled with me from Marion, Ohio (where I purchased her) to Oxford, Ohio to Fairfield, and finally back to Marion (round trip), where she lived with my parents and brother since I moved to California in 2001. In August 2014, I had her shipped across country, so that I could attempt to restore her, or at least get her running again. Why, you might ask? Well, I'm not exactly sure yet. I'm hoping that this blog will help me realize why I'm doing this!!!
So, as the story goes, I completely fouled up the gas tank and carburetors by letting a transmission shop seal the inside of the tank with a red resin-like substance, and then probably sealed the deal by leaving fuel in the tank during the winter season. I went out to the parking lot the next spring, started the bike, and after finally getting it to start, it idled really slow and heavy, and finally let out a final "cough" as if to say, "it's over." All of the remaining gas in the tank leaked out the top of the carburetor and my XJ officially entered her first retirement.
In 2006, determined to resurrect my bike, I began searching online for parts to get it running again. The internet was a full-fledged, full-feature experience now-- as opposed to the dial-up modem experience not just 10 years ago! and I had very little problem finding parts for my bike-- on eBay and BikeBandit. First, it was a carburetor... then a battery, then an auxiliary fuel tank, and finally I found an original mint-condition gas tank, petcock, and gas cap. SCORE!!! Now, I just needed to get it running. And, what if, after all of this, the bike doesn't run? If I seriously thought about this as a possibility, my stubbornness has surely gotten the best of me, because I am bound and determined to get this bike running again! If for no other reason than to fix my mistakes.
So, in his spare time, my brother works on my bike and gets it running again. Well, kinda. The first time I rode the bike-- since rendering it inoperable in 1998, was in 2006. I rode it with NO FRONT BRAKE, and the auxiliary gas tank hanging around my neck. Yeah-- I know-- dangerous, crazy, AND STUPID. And, depending on how long I maintain this blog, there will be many more stories about the idiotic things we did! (I hope that restoring this bike isn't one of them!!!)
So, we've gotten this far. My bike is in my garage in Oakland, California. It needs some TLC. Specifically, the carburetor needs to be rebuilt, and all I know about this is what I've read in my Clymer's Manual and watching kick-ass MC restoration and carburetor rebuilds on YouTube. The internet is freakin awesome!!! So I disassemble the entire carburetor, and everything is progressing smoothly, until I get to the pilot jets. One is stuck and I can't get it out.
Tune in to the next blog to find out what happens next!
So, as the story goes, I completely fouled up the gas tank and carburetors by letting a transmission shop seal the inside of the tank with a red resin-like substance, and then probably sealed the deal by leaving fuel in the tank during the winter season. I went out to the parking lot the next spring, started the bike, and after finally getting it to start, it idled really slow and heavy, and finally let out a final "cough" as if to say, "it's over." All of the remaining gas in the tank leaked out the top of the carburetor and my XJ officially entered her first retirement.
In 2006, determined to resurrect my bike, I began searching online for parts to get it running again. The internet was a full-fledged, full-feature experience now-- as opposed to the dial-up modem experience not just 10 years ago! and I had very little problem finding parts for my bike-- on eBay and BikeBandit. First, it was a carburetor... then a battery, then an auxiliary fuel tank, and finally I found an original mint-condition gas tank, petcock, and gas cap. SCORE!!! Now, I just needed to get it running. And, what if, after all of this, the bike doesn't run? If I seriously thought about this as a possibility, my stubbornness has surely gotten the best of me, because I am bound and determined to get this bike running again! If for no other reason than to fix my mistakes.
So, in his spare time, my brother works on my bike and gets it running again. Well, kinda. The first time I rode the bike-- since rendering it inoperable in 1998, was in 2006. I rode it with NO FRONT BRAKE, and the auxiliary gas tank hanging around my neck. Yeah-- I know-- dangerous, crazy, AND STUPID. And, depending on how long I maintain this blog, there will be many more stories about the idiotic things we did! (I hope that restoring this bike isn't one of them!!!)
So, we've gotten this far. My bike is in my garage in Oakland, California. It needs some TLC. Specifically, the carburetor needs to be rebuilt, and all I know about this is what I've read in my Clymer's Manual and watching kick-ass MC restoration and carburetor rebuilds on YouTube. The internet is freakin awesome!!! So I disassemble the entire carburetor, and everything is progressing smoothly, until I get to the pilot jets. One is stuck and I can't get it out.
Tune in to the next blog to find out what happens next!
Tuesday, December 30, 2014
A little background...
It was the summer of 1996. the summer before my final year of college at Miami University in Oxford, Ohio. Up until this point, my life had been-- relatively speaking-- a bowl of cherries. But now, a major event was about to unfold... I received some bad news that made me think that my life as I had known it was about to be over. My response to this life-changing event: buy a motorcycle. Because if you can't change or stop the event from happening, maybe you can outrun it on a motorcycle! For $1100, I purchased a very well-maintained 1981 Yamaha Maxim XJ550 with a fairing and radio, and under 10k miles!!! At the same time, my brother was racing motocross on the weekends and working during the week at a motorcycle repair shop in our hometown, Marion, Ohio. My brother quickly removed the fairing and the radio, and gave me a fresh new set of tires. And, I didn't even know how to ride yet!!! None of that mattered to me at all. Just the anticipation and thrill of it all set my mind free from the nonsense I was experiencing in my personal life that would affect me for at least a decade after the event.
That summer, when I wasn't working at the snack food factory during the day, or helping my dad mow yards, or attending rehearsals for my starring role in the local production of Annie Get your Gun with my good friend Katherine Smart, my brother and I would drive out to The mysteriously empty New Road, we here he taught me how to ride.
There were many crazy things that happened at New Road, but I'll tell you about those events in a future post!
So, this motorcycle represented a great deal to me. Mostly it represented a grat friendship with my brother, an escape from life's BS.
A few years after the event, I moved into an apartment in Fairfield, Ohio, where my XJ lived outside, uncovered from the elements through 2 harsh Ohio winters. One day, I noticed a small leak in the gas tank and took it to a shop to see if I could get it repaired. These days were the advent of the Internet, mind you, so I didn't have access to the information at the time that would have prevented me from needing to write this blog!!!
Long story short, I had the gas tank sealed with a red resin-like substance that was supposedly going to fix my problem. Unfortunately, it made the problem much worse, gumming up the entire gas tank and carburetor. My beloved XJ was inoperable, due to my neglect. I guess I could have thrown in the towel and simply sold her, but that would have been a terribly boring story. This story is WAY better!!!
Tune in to my next post, where I will post a picture or two of my bike in its glory days, and tell you about where the bike has been since 1998.
"This here's the story of a summer so sublime,
It didn't rain for a thousand days and it was hot all the time"
Copyright 1998 Eric Swihart
That summer, when I wasn't working at the snack food factory during the day, or helping my dad mow yards, or attending rehearsals for my starring role in the local production of Annie Get your Gun with my good friend Katherine Smart, my brother and I would drive out to The mysteriously empty New Road, we here he taught me how to ride.
There were many crazy things that happened at New Road, but I'll tell you about those events in a future post!
So, this motorcycle represented a great deal to me. Mostly it represented a grat friendship with my brother, an escape from life's BS.
A few years after the event, I moved into an apartment in Fairfield, Ohio, where my XJ lived outside, uncovered from the elements through 2 harsh Ohio winters. One day, I noticed a small leak in the gas tank and took it to a shop to see if I could get it repaired. These days were the advent of the Internet, mind you, so I didn't have access to the information at the time that would have prevented me from needing to write this blog!!!
Long story short, I had the gas tank sealed with a red resin-like substance that was supposedly going to fix my problem. Unfortunately, it made the problem much worse, gumming up the entire gas tank and carburetor. My beloved XJ was inoperable, due to my neglect. I guess I could have thrown in the towel and simply sold her, but that would have been a terribly boring story. This story is WAY better!!!
Tune in to my next post, where I will post a picture or two of my bike in its glory days, and tell you about where the bike has been since 1998.
"This here's the story of a summer so sublime,
It didn't rain for a thousand days and it was hot all the time"
Copyright 1998 Eric Swihart
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