The Thrash in Richmond

Shit got real in Richmond.
I am amazed and humbled by my friends, even more what they are able to accomplish with the tooling they don't have.
Silicosis. Sleep deprivation. No such thing as a coaxial indicator. ZZ-Top. Becky making us coffee in the morning and sending me off with veggies and hummus. Mechanical Injection. 3 am stories. Backwards fuel pumps. Putty knife spanner wrenches. In-house wound stitching. Used asswipe in a box. Hasselgrens letting me walk out of their shop with 5000 bucks worth of Brown& Miller fittings and I-core hose. Marie from Nor-Cal Supply getting all googly eyed as I talked to her the AN/MS/NAS language. The refrigerator squeak and the persistent air leak.
A complete symphony of nothing and everything being said at the same time.
Punch lists on beer boxes. Wiring schematics on a metal table. Eddie Money. Plating stress. Hands beyond dirty.
Oil tanks that dont leak oil. Float bowl welding.
Those moments when it all just works right out. Cross it off the list; charge after the next one.

I sincerely apologize for the pics being on their side, maybe some of my more experienced blogger friends can come over someday and help me out with that. Till then I'm sorry, just tilt yer head or something....

Jays 115 inch, magneto fired, mechanically injected monster

Oil tank inside view

'lectrical

potato chip

lightnin' wire

breever

the dude that can weld wood

Icore hose

Started life as a fuel filter.

Deep throat

The shrink bushing

NorCal Supply

what happens when you install pistons incorrectly

The crusher

Make everything have two jobs

Or three jobs....

war torn bosnia

gaza strip

transformer

By any means necessary

Veggie peeler

down is ground, up is ON

3:28 am

Becky

Terrible human beings