So last night my band thinline had a show in Jefferson City. It was a hoot. On the journey back up 63 going north, about 1:00 of the a.m., a truck whizzed by us going the WRONG WAY on the divided 4-lane. Dumbass!! Just as I was wondering if I should call the people that were leaving after us to warn them, Phil called. He asked where I was - he was still at the bar, selling cd's...which were in my truck. Rats!! I told him of the idiot driver and to get their addresses so we could send their cd's.
Today I lugged all of the old maple tree out of my front yard that I could handle by myself. Wood is heavy! Two loads of logs in the Suzi went to the mulch site. It's kind of a shame - I had hoped that somebody could use it as firewood, but nobody would ever pick it up. Too late! There's still 5 or 6 3' diameter pieces to chop up, hopefully Garner and MC Homelite can help a brotha out with that.
After that, I cruised on over to Garner's to do some cycle work. I was hoping I could maybe assess the situation with my (purple) honda. I started on Mark's. I opened up a new can of brake cleaning spray (just isopropyl alchohol), not noticing the two that were already open on the shelf. Oops. I cleaned out the tank and the petcock. The seals were rotten. Add that to the list. I set that stuff aside and pulled the left hand spark plug out of mine. It looked nice, still a bit wet with oil. I sprayed some penetrating oil in the plug hole. Remember, this one's seized up. I went to take the right hand plug out...it wouldn't budge. Rats. I sprayed some penetrant on it and went on to the tank.
Hooo boy. The tank is horrible. I took it off and there was stuff rattling around inside. It was coated once, and it was flaking off. I dumped most of it out and took off the petcock. Wow. The tube for the normal "on" setting that exends up from the petcock was split down the side...water got in, and froze? I guess. I cut it off, cleaned the rest of the inside of the petcock. Rust and corrosion everywhere. I plan on getting some sand and gravel, halfway filling the tank with it, and shaking the hell out of the whole mess until suitably clean.
I went back to the plug. I tapped on the ratchet with a dead-blow. No go. I put a 1' metal tube on the ratchet. Still no budge. I kept at it. Crack!! The plug broke. Rats!! Now the head would have to come off. The anode of the plug had a light brown dusting of rust on it. Oh, no.
I took the float bowl off of that side and it was full of rust and corrosion. Crap. Water got in the carb. I took the carb off...same story with the intake port. It was evenly coated with rust dust and flakes of aluminum oxide. Rats!!!
Hopefully I can save it. I'm optimistic - if I rebuild the head on that side and the rust isn't that bad in the cylinder, I can hone it out and and re-ring it...I'll just have to pull the head and see.
I took the three brackets off for the old ferring. At that point I had had enough. I cleaned up and got out.