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I’ve hit bedrock

April 28, 2016 admin Leave a comment

Another name for this post is: I’ve finally gotten to my garage!

In the never-ending workload of the house, my garage has never been too far from my mind.

Really, I feel exceptionally blessed to even have a dedicated space that is mine. It’s large enough to hold me, the motorcycles (for now anyway), tools, a lathe, other “stuff” that has my name on it with enough room left over for some of M’s and Our’s boxes that don’t need to be heated or otherwise protected. Christmas decorations for instance.

In planning the space, storage is always at the front. When i work on a bike, it gets torn down to the last nut, bolt, screw, bearing…well, you get the point. All that disassembly separated from a motorcycle fills three huge tubs fully with the petrol tank, mufflers (the larger bits) needing their own real estate for storage. My dilemma is storage also takes up floor space needed for completed motorcycles!

My solution was to design an overhead shelf system that starts at 6’ from the floor and extends out 2’ from the wall, thus keeping that 2’ free for motorcycles. Big grin here for a lot of storage and no loss of floor space!

The pictures show bikes backed up to the wall, the overhead shelf system not yet built or installed.

Another issue: the floor is bare concrete. If you’ve worked with concrete, you can sweep and sweep and sweep and always have a pile of dust. And, dust is not a recommended lubricant and must therefore be controlled. Concrete on its surface is soft and easily erodes into dust. Walking, sweeping, looking at it (just kidding) will loosen that surface, and it is of exceptionally fine consistency, getting into everything.

I’ve painted the walls, sealing the cinder blocks but the floor got a layer of tile, isolating the porous concrete top surface and actually adding a layer of insulation for heat (non-existent at this time).

More importantly, engines and other clean-room required-for-assembly mechanisms (such as suspension work too) can now be arguably achieved. I like it.

For you green folks, I’m using all reclaimed material: shelf and flooring materials coming from other parts of the house previously demolished, but saved. I boast I’m green, but one can argue I’m too cheap to buy new. Either way, works for me.

Stay tuned as my man cave, garage, safe haven–whatever you want to call it evolves into a useable, productive space.

Oh, and it’s painted white (not green) to keep alllllll the light in I can, deep inside the cave.

Further, harnessing wonderful electrons culminating into wall electric sockets will be added all around, even where I don’t foresee a need today.

Until next time, may your work space inspire you to be the inventor of great and marvelous things. I know mine is turning into a Miles Beyond Ordinary garage.

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Freedom

February 19, 2016 admin 1 Comment

There once was a popular television show set in a bar, in Boston, The theme song was something like… “you want to go where everybody knows your name…”
Vacationing in Las Vegas is a unique experience; outside of the casinos is a real world . Yes, there are bunches of stuff to do.

Vegas is in the middle of the desert so the off-road motorsports outlets abound.

But, what if you crave the macadam madness? What if your taste is to the exotic? To the road less travelled? Rarified air? That fits the Miles Beyond Ordinary theme.

Driving (thanks, Uber!) to the hotel from the airport, we passed a number of retail outlets and several motorcycle shops. Me being a moto-geek, I say to myself, “self” “you must visit these shops to further moto-geekdom everywhere. To spread the good and benzene perfumed world good tidings of moto camaraderie.” And so (having no rental, and Uber-less time), I walked the mile or so to the shops, walking to the farthest one first – Freedom Cycle, Las Vegas – www.freedomcyclelasvegas.com

They are a dealer for Vespa (yawn) Triumph (do tell?) and MV Agusta (oh me, oh my!).

Entering, I felt right at home, just like the show’s theme song says. These were my people. Their salesman, Craig Knapp, was personable, about my age and had been in motorcycles all his life. It turns out we had been in similar places, knew the same people, and more importantly, spoke the same language. It was truly fun reminiscing about the big names like Don Vesco, Rob North, Gary Nixon, Russ Collins. This list was long with people I had forgotten, and many of whom, sadly, are gone. But, it was truly fun to reminisce!

The décor was a mix of old and new–Triumphs and even a homulgation MV Agusta (a mere $40K) that was cooler than cool. Or how about a Buell (post Harley Davidson)? Exotic is common there.

In our motorcycling careers, his is ongoing, mine quit long, long ago (but the passion remains – just say’n). I pursued a technical/engineering career in aerospace; he stayed in the industry.

With rueful charm, he mentioned wives (past and present) injuries, broken bones, broken bikes, and the like. We laughed a lot and I think I gained a friend in our hours-long discussion.

No, he didn’t make a sale, though I was drooling over pretty much everything in the shop, and there weren’t any other customers, so I felt kind of bad about taking so much of his time – to which he laughed (out loud–mind you), and said he enjoyed himself too.

Rarely did he get to talk tech, tell the real story that would sound like braggadocio to lesser mortals and savor a life chosen with someone who understands.

My grin only faded when I visited the other motorcycle dealer on my way. It was much, much slicker, more motorcycles, more of everything in fact. So much more that it lost its personality and I spent about 10 minutes there, compared to the 2 hours at Freedom.

So if you’re ever in Las Vegas, please stop into Freedom Cycle and find my (new/old) friend Craig Knapp. Tell him I sent you – I’m that crazy engineer guy from CT.

Only, you should buy something.

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Men are waffles, women are spaghetti

July 25, 2015 admin Leave a comment

As my friend, Gail, a marriage-family therapist, says: Men are waffles; women are spaghetti.

What that means is, most men are wired to focus on one activity at a time.

I believe this is especially true of engineer-types. Women tend to interweave many strands of thought, projects and conversation together. These traits are part of why men and women have a lot of trouble communicating.

If you’ve ever been in a room with chattering women in one corner, and chattering men in another corner, you know that women carry on several conversations at once and seem able to know which strand they are on, even as they switch it up.

Men, on the other hand, are moving one square at a time, one subject at a time.

So what does this have to do with motorcycles?

You read about Jay’s many projects. You read about his renovation of our River House. You noticed he has a blog, missing many months of updating. Well, there you have it.

Wifey cowed him into beginning the blog back before the River House was ours. Now, the poor guy is tabling his first love–bikes, to keep the renovation going so we end up with a beautiful home on the Connecticut River.

It’s bad enough he has to patiently wait to really roll up his sleeves and get those hands in motor oil and parts. But, putting aside his first love AND our house finish to WRITE A BLOG! Well, that just seems impossible to a waffle.

So, though, spaghetti brain (me) knows that in the long run, he will be glad you are there when he is ready, waffle brain has a little trouble seeing the logic.

This is all to say, Jay will be posting from time to time. But, it may be ME for a short while, filling you in, as he gets our master bedroom, master bath, walk-in closet to the place where we can move to the first floor and actually receive our CO (Certificate of Occupancy) for the downstairs.

Until then, we are living upstairs, Jay is working full time, doing house stuff evenings and weekends, trying to fit in a few tweaks on a bike, now and then, to keep himself sane, and thinking, when there is a waffle square available, about what he wants to share with y’all here.

“Stay tuned,” as he would say.

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Bernoulli is alive and well and living in Patagonia or Switzerland or maybe just Enfield

March 19, 2015 admin 1 Comment

The automotive industry has taken B’s theorem of hydrodynamics such that for an inviscid flow of a nonconducting fluid (in our case, air), an increase in the speed (velocity) of the fluid occurs simultaneously with a decrease in pressure.

Extrapolated, for a given flow area and corresponding air flow velocity, if the flow area is reduced, the air velocity increases. If there were a liquid chamber connected both up and downstream of the change in area, conceivably said fluid could be drawn up into the flowing air and form a mixture differential pressure across a newly invented throttle plate.

With that simple definition, the earliest carburetors came into being. Very crude devices but they were adequate for the also very crude engines. They didn’t rev very high, didn’t make much power, and leaded fuel was very forgiving to tuning, runability and the like.

With today’s highly refined, highly tuned, high revving engines and pollution requirements, as they are, a sophisticated carburetor is needed. They have many metering circuits, accelerator pumps, air cutoff valves, idle air mixture screws, low-mid-high adjustability, and they still are only adequate…all to meet pollution requirements.

Over a lifetime of working with carburetors, I have figured out how to make them perform well; I’m good at it.

Lately, I’ve become weary of their quirks and am seriously looking at a lower cost alternative. Enter electronic fuel injection (EFI).

EFI is not new, the car people have been using and refining their mass- produced systems since the late 1970’s. Hilborn and Kinsler made mechanical fuel injection in the late 1950’s for their race cars. Those systems still work …with some limits…but the idea is sound. Add some critical electrical electronic sensors (such as an Oxygen or “lambda” sensor) and a direct measurement of the burned fuel quality feeds directly into a box that adjusts the length of time a fuel valve, or injector (under constant pressure), and is open or closed to allow or stop fuel flow into the engine. The electronics control via PWM or Pulse Width Modulation is from a lookup table based on sensor input to maintain an ideal stoichiometric mixture. Your car has this same lookup table. Your motorcycle too. And stioch mixture is related to gasoline and its optimal air/fuel, excuse me, stoichiometric, mixture to properly ignite and burn inside the engine.

It’s very precise control.

My goal is to have a completely new EFI system for the cost of a carburetor rebuild.

th-3 Stay tuned (all puns intended) to see if I can make this work!

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An extraordinary guy

February 14, 2015 admin 3 Comments

In the early 1980’s, we lived in Irvine, CA, halfway between the Tustin helicopter base and the Marine Corps Air Station, El Toro. I did some work out of our garage on motorcycles, cars – you name it, all to make ends meet.

One of my acquaintances at the time had an old Honda 750 of 1970’s vintage, with a Vetter fairing. That was the best setup then for touring. But this guy had an electrical problem that was chronic, but exceptionally elusive I put in several hours troubleshooting with no success. He laughingly suggested that his crew chief once had the same problem with one of his airplanes.

“Oh? Do tell!. said I.

Thus began a poignantly short and quite unlikely friendship with Lt. Col Alexander (A.J.) Gillis, fighter pilot and air ace, having flown in WWII, Korea and Vietnam.

He had several airplanes shot out from under him in active combat and lived to tell the tale. As an editorial, he said the water in the South China Sea was warm and it took some 5 hours to pick him up. He was flying again shortly after.

What he didn’t say then, which came out later, was he downed two enemy aircraft before he was shot down!

He willingly talked while I worked, and he wove tails of jet fuel, hydraulic oil, Corsairs, Panthers, and Skyhawks, and of transitioning from propellers to jets. He was wing commander of VMA225 in 1963-64; he was quite proud!

One day the story was of a reunion at the base, and he checked out in a F18 Hornet and was allowed a “fast taxi.” He was smilingly mad that there were wing locks and a crew chief standing on the wing. “If they weren’t there, I’d have had a very nice flight!” he said, with soft chuckles, remembering his time in this advanced aircraft.

By the way, the Hornet is still a front-line fighter for US Marine Corps aviation.

He told stories of early WWII in China and the Flying Tigers, Greg Boyington (of Black Sheep squadron fame) and walking on the Great Wall. I don’t think he was included in the Tigers but was in China flying the F4U Corsair later. Anyway, I’m not sure about all the military connections, but I think he was temporarily attached there early on.

I knew A.J. for only a year or so. Maybe I couldn’t find that electrical short on purpose. I wanted to know him better–and I don’t remember charging for something I couldn’t fix. I think he appreciated that.

We laughed often. He was a retired old warrior, a more soft spoken man I never met, and he exuded inner strength.

He would occasionally just drop by on a Saturday just to hang out, talk troubleshooting, cantankerous bikes, and his flying adventures.

Then the bike was fixed and we both moved on.

I learned later that he was in the ER for a slight chest pain checkup, and had a massive coronary. He died in the hospital, all within minutes, sad to say, in 1987, at age 65, just past his 65th birthday

Sometimes we don’t know who we meet who will have a profound effect on our lives. The strength he so casually wore, helped me to mature and accept that kind of masculinity. I wanted to be that kind of man. His soft spoken-ness and quiet courage are traits to be admired and emulated.

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