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 . . .
A tornado touched down right next to my house. Little Joe stood on the porch and made sure nothing blew away at my place
ReplyDelete....hahahahah he had his concrete boots on !
ReplyDelete