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CHAPTER
ONE - 8
On my last
visit to the sprayers I took along some tank transfers, and it
so happened that my bits had been delivered back from blasting
that morning. They were in the middle of the first coat; I think
it’s a coating of something to stop it rusting. At that stage
the metal would be very venerable to damp.
Looking at it
you could see some very funny welds in the frame and other
places. It makes you wonder why they had to weld up the frame.
Really, I wish I hadn’t seen that, it will always be in the back
of the mind, especially when leaning the bike over round hard
bends, would the weld hold??
The
fuel tank and mudguards didn’t look very pretty sat on the
floor. It’s strange to look at metal that has just been bead
blasted, every spec of old paint, rust and grease patch has gone
leaving a surface that an etch primer can cling to, strange
colour as well.
As promised, I
delivered the engine to Chris Smith at Speedway and he is
performing a close inspection on it. I have asked him while he
has it apart to get the crank balanced. It’s the one thing that
always worries me, not so much with the Ural engine, but the
Dnepr engine if over revved, the crankshaft spends the last two
seconds of its life as shrapnel. It would be most embarrassing
picking up parts of engine by the side of the road. That will
hopefully be an experience that I will avoid.
To sum up, at
the present time, I don’t have a motorcycle in the garage; it’s
spread all over the country.
The story will
continue in Chapter Two. |
