An Iowa afternoon . . .


Messin' with these new +.025 brake shoes (for worn drums).  I've never used them before, and since the shoes actually run towards the inside about 1/4", they don't fit past the original diameter, which hopefully I can turn off on a lathe.  My sprocket is bolted on, a fix performed by David Theilen years ago when I shucked the sprocket rivets on a Springfield run.
 They sure look thick, with a semi-metallic blend of brake shoe.  It should stop like a sportbike now?
The old, worn shoes were glued on (no rivets).  They never worked very good.  After I rode in the rain, they would squeak for the next 250 miles.  The good news is . . . you couldn't lock up the rear wheel if you tried.

I was doing all this work in the garage after a strong storm came through about 6:15pm last night.  I just got home, parked my cherry pickup under my trusty, solid elm tree (full of leaves to deflect hail).
The neighbor's hanging baskets looked like open parachutes in the wind - Holy Shit !  They said it got to 100mph right through my neighborhood.  My 1880s house, with original cedar siding and square-head nails held up.  The elm bopped a 4" branch, putting a silver dollar dent in my top - Rats.
I had a few sticks here and there - My neighbors (photos below) weren't as lucky . . .


2 comments:

pat said...

A tornado touched down right next to my house. Little Joe stood on the porch and made sure nothing blew away at my place

Noot said...

....hahahahah he had his concrete boots on !