Wednesday, April 8, 2015

Alive and Kicking................!


I realized today that it had been a ridiculous amount of time since I posted anything, so I decided it best to drop in a quick update! 

The Beetle project is indeed alive and well with quite a bit of work done! I have a bevvy of pictures to upload in the coming days depicting the current state of affairs.  Since Thanksgiving I have sourced parts (new fender, seats and bonnet from a '61)  Workshop manual (and what a massive tome it is!) New heavy duty floors from Cip1.ca and 1 heater Dansk heater channel.  I am patiently waiting my drivers side channel to arrive so it can be purchased, shipped and installed.  I am told the boat from Denmark docks next Monday, we shall see.   

Truly the biggest and most exciting news was captured in this video taken on December 24th. (see Below!)

With a new coil, HT leads, battery, distributor cap, rotor and ignition key our friend came alive!    

What a wonderful Christmas gift!   

Nothing can provide more motivation than hearing that project run for the first time.

A couple days later, I did an oil change and was very pleased that what came out looked pretty clean. It was evident that the PO had looked after the car (to a degree).  Once I get a little further in I plan on reaching out to him and letting him know that the Beetle is being resurrected.  

I had always heard that these cars were beautifully simple and joyful to work on.  I can honestly say that having only had the Water-cooled VW experience with my Rabbit and Fox those whispered words ring true.  This is a classic car for the everyman.  With limited tools and skills anyone can enjoy and take pride of ownership.  It is also the least expensive car project I have ever been involved with,  parts are plentiful from various corners of the world both NOS and reproduction.   It is very easy to understand how such a cult developed around these charming vehicles.  

Please stay tuned for more long awaited updates!  In the meantime here is video, enjoy!








Friday, September 26, 2014

Meet The Beetle....!

As per my previous post,  I slowly set out to scour the local ads (Kijiji and the like) to get a feel for the market and make some contacts;  Within a week this is what I had gathered:




We have a box of varied '66 parts including a nice Speedo, headlamps in nice shape with decent lenses and various other bits.   The beast below is a 1969 engine which appears to be in pretty good order!  I found that in a heated garage where it sat for 28 years.  The elderly owner would go out and turn the motor manually every once in a while, which explains the strong compression.  I brought it home in the Pontiac Vibe, for anyone reading these little wagons are extremely versatile.  I did however neglect to secure the beast down,  leaving the back of the car covered in old oil and gas.  If you haven't had the pleasure of being immersed in that smell, I would advise that you postpone it as long as possible.  At least the motor had lubrication all that time which is positive.

My initial idea was to rescue a forlorn 1970 from a local scrapyard, with no floors and no engine.  After dealing with the proprietor, I was left with an uneasy feeling;  He initially wanted $500 for the bug on the condition that it was used as a parts car only.  He wanted an additional $500.00 for the car with the ownership which seemed incredibly odd to me.  I wasn't really prepared to buy a car, bring it home and have someone else dispute ownership after the fact so I walked away.  I hope that someone does rescue the poor fellow, he reminds me an awful lot of Victor, our old car.

As I continued my online searches, there was a rather rough but complete '62 two hours away that made it onto my radar.  When I saw a price drop of $400.00 I decided to contact the motivated seller on my break at work. Within 10 minutes I found myself having put a deposit on a car, sight unseen something I have never done before.  The buy in price and as it turned out the flatbed costs were low enough that it didn't need justification.   No choice now but to dive in and resurrect this charming little car back to old glory.   I am not sure if he will get the full Herbie, but I will do the Pearl white which appears to be the original colour.

Without further ado, I present the latest member of the family!

 

Friday, September 12, 2014

New Beginnings and old promises..

I hadn't realized how long it had been since my last post!  In my defence it was a rather turbulent summer,  with a plethora of home renovations to perform, work and other daily duties it went by as a blur.  All the hard work and sacrifice have thankfully paid off and MotoCode HQ has now relocated to a beautiful new location!   Twice the garage,  a third of the traffic, bigger mortgage but so it goes.

I have enjoyed the last couple weeks immensely;  The longer commute to work, through the countryside and onto a freshly paved stretch of highway with few traffic lights, the quiet evenings and space both in the home and around it.   The leaves will be falling soon and the scenery will be magnificent, in my mind I can already see it.  Something tells me my enthusiasm for country living will wane when the snow hits, but for now I choose to remain elated.  

Although I have been preoccupied these last few months with the vagaries of selling a home, packing and relocating there have been some developments on the bike front.  The biggest news being the thinning of the herd.  

After long deliberation, I decided it was time to part with the 350 Bridgestone.  I hadn't touched it in a year and I had bought it on a whim in the first place.  I am happy to report that it went to good home, an army Captain bought it for his ailing father who longed to have another one.  His father had apparently done 44,000 miles 2 up back in the 60's with the Captain's late mother riding pillion.   

Of all the bikes I have ever sold, I probably feel best about this one.  It isn't very often where we have an opportunity to bring someone that close to fulfilling a dream or goal.  I look forward to seeing the end result and hope that with his permission I can share those pictures here.  



On the fresh project front, something has been haunting me of late and has caused me to take a turn away from my 2 wheeled friends.   If you have ever had one of those dreams, the type that seem to speak directly to you, perhaps this will make sense.  If you are like me, when your eyes close the mind drifts to a montage of hazy imagery, sometimes coherent, sometimes not.  Then there are those other ones, the variety that seem to follow you throughout the day and almost define the state you are in. They carry a message or meaning that causes a shift in thinking, making what was important a mere day before less significant.

Mine was about a vintage VW Beetle.  

The humble but iconic little car, ingrained in the public consciousness now for more than half a century.  The people's car was a big part of our family for 14 years,  having an especially big impact on my late sister as it remained her favorite car until the end of her life.  She had a large and eclectic collection of beetle collectibles such as die cast cars, belt buckles and postcards. 

My father had bought Victor from new at Gran Turismo motors in Winnipeg in the fall of 1968.  A 1969 'deluxe' model (which included a gas heater and rear defroster, deluxe indeed!) together they almost immediately set off to Ontario where my father had accepted a position with Westinghouse.   He was there through marriage, home ownership and the arrival of two children,  he was there through snow storms and trips to my grandmother's home in the country.  In my mind and I'm sure hers as well Victor was a member of the family.  Watching the old Herbie movies was even more special with a real VW to play pretend with! 

 When my father made the decision to sell Victor and move on to a Datsun wagon, It was upsetting and I can honestly say I felt a sense of loss.  He was sold to our neighbor at the time and thanks to Ziebart rust proofing when new, lasted several more years on the road.  

In high school, I nearly bought a super Beetle and I recently unearthed some VW magazines I purchased at the time when my father and I recently cleaned up the attic.  I can't clearly remember what got them back into my mind then,  but I know what has returned them to my mind now.  The dream.  It was that dream where I remembered a promise made to my sister;  that one day I would find her a Beetle she could call her own.   

So the decision has been made and cast in stone.  The liquidation of assets has begun and superfluous items sold off to raise the funds.   I am still working on the finite details, I won't be diving in headfirst.  I know that whatever model I end up with will certainly look early (pre '67) regardless of what year it is made.   I have started to gather up small pieces to restore individually in bite size portions.  So far this is only a pair of early headlights and a bonnet, but it's a start.  

I can't say I have ever felt a sense of peace regarding a project before, but this time I do.  There is no anxiety, urgency, obsession.  There is only a sense of time and fulfillment knowing that I am being true to my word.  

Watch this space! 

Saturday, June 14, 2014

We'll always have Paris

Got back from the Annual CVMG rally this afternoon, my first time actually arriving on a Saturday rather than the Friday. I had a good time as always, but found it was well.......lacking.  It seemed that there was a lot of space left unfilled, fewer stalls, fewer project bikes and a lot of rusty crap with rather high price tags.  This is first time I have left with money in pocket having spent less than $75.00.  An all time record.  Not to say there wasn't temptation.  I nearly went home with a smooth running All State 100CC made by Gilera that would have been an easy project.  The price was right, but with 3 Bridgestones, Triumphs and other projects 1 more would have just been greedy.  Besides handsome as it was, where would I use it?  I know, nonetheless that little bike will haunt me for a long time.  Much as it hurts, if you can't say no sometimes you know you have a serious problem!!   I will let the pictures do the talking from here out.
Really nice Husky, McQueen style.  Not sure if it was for sale or not.




This little Italian Charmer was fantastic beyond words, I wanted to adopt it!

These Kawasaki 350 Avengers were clean enough to eat off of...





A neat pair of restorable Cushman scooters!







Veri neatly built Aaermachi Special 

Thursday, March 20, 2014

Spring.....Is that really you???

Ah, the sun....

I have vague recollections of how it felt to have you in my life;  I remember the warmth of your embrace, your kisses on my cheek first thing in the morning.   I am making it official,  Winter:  it's over.  I am officially filing for divorce and going back to my true love!


After a long dreary winter I am ready to return to two wheeled glory and share some other (indoor) hobbies that I have picked up to stave off insanity.  I have decided it best to document these things in separate blogs which I will share in the near future.

Plans for April involve (finally) putting the 175 back together into a roller, and hopefully finished by the end of the season.  I also plan on getting Katie some progressive fork springs installed, oil changed and fresh sprocket and chain.

Looking outside today it all seems possible,  let's just hope the bad weather doesn't come crashing in again to spoil the party!

Stay Tuned.....


Sunday, September 29, 2013

The Tale of Katie B......

Back from Hiatus!

With fall approaching, I needed a little break organize my inventory (more on that next time)  and think about this post, one I had been meaning to write but kept putting off.  The reason for my hesitation was that this is a personal story, the most personal one I will ever share here.  

I probably wrote it in my mind a hundred different ways, but kept hesitating to log in and type it out;  I woke up today remembering that the only way to write, is to do just that.  Write, talk, record, whichever.  

This is the story of my Triumph Scrambler, how she became mine and the reason she will never be sold.

At the start of 2007, I had been away from bikes for six years.  Away, but they were never far from my mind;  I was still reeling from the regrettable decision to sell my '69 Triumph Daytona in order to finish the work on my 1971 MGB.  The bike looked amazing but ran poorly (my fault, issues that I could have corrected if this were the here and now) I saw it go from box of parts to running machine.  It was a dream realized and one that I should never have surrendered.  The MGB was fun and it was to me a different dream, so perhaps I thought I was trading up at the time. 

A scant two months after crating the Triumph up and sending it overseas (Norway) The MGB was hit by a truck and taken off the road.  I was crestfallen.  No Bike, no car and no money to replace either one with.  The next few years were eaten up mostly by a stormy relationship which ended rather poorly, once again leaving my pockets empty. After packing up my worldly possessions into my Rabbit convertible,  I set off on the road to recovery.


2006 was tumultuous, though not as bad as what was to come.  My mother had a brain aneurysm which left her permanently disabled and confined to a nursing home;  My father and my sister were sharing the family home and I moved closer to spend more time with them.   Our family was relatively small, most of our relatives were in Britain and those that were here we had little contact with anymore.

 My sister and I were very close, best friends really.  We spent much time together, she couldn't drive so I took her across the border, to Toronto for concerts and to shop.  We shared the same taste in music for the most part and had a very similar sense of humour. We also shared a longing to be in England, though for her that longing ran much deeper.

 After Christmas that year, I decided it was time to get back on two wheels.  Life was short and I felt time slipping through my hands.  I had let my licence lapse and had to start from scratch again (thanks to the ridiculous graduated system we have in Ontario)  This time I would take the course and start with a new bike, something cheap to insure with low payments.

After the nonsense of trying to get my hands on a then new CBR 125, I ended up with a new 250 Rebel that had been sitting in a warehouse unwanted for a couple years.  Back on the road again, things were looking up and feeling right.  The summer was moving along well and despite the small capacity, the little Honda proved to be a great bike to ride around on.

In late August, I went over to the family home to get my sister up for work.  I called up to her room and there was no reply;  typical, as she was never an early riser like me.  I made us some coffee and went to knock on her door.  She was lying on the floor, still, not breathing.  She was gone.  I called 911, but I knew she was gone.   She was 29 years old.

I don't feel the need to elaborate on her personal history, or the details of what happened.  I will tell you what was important.  She was a beautiful girl with a big heart who was well loved by a great number of people.  Though she claimed that she wanted to be left alone much of the time, she would go out of her way to deliver unsuspecting and thoughtful gifts to others.   My father and I were devastated by the loss and I spent as much time at the house as I could over the next few years.  We both did our best to move forward with things and in time things became better.  I was recruited to work in a different industry and I jumped at the chance for change.  My father kept working full time and I rode as much as possible.

Towards the end of 2008 I was walking by the window of the Triumph/Honda dealer where I bought my Rebel.  I scarcely went in as I knew I couldn't afford what was on the showroom floor.  I stuck to quick peeks inside and carrying on my path.  On this particular day, there was a beautiful green and silver Scrambler that I had never seen inside before.  It was taken by this beautiful machine, it stood out from the pack with lovely upswept side pipes and blacked out engine.  It was a perfect combination of power and grace with a truly timeless style.  That day I stood just that little bit longer and walked on.

Somewhere around Valentine's day of 2009, I was at the post office across the road from the dealer and found myself drawn inside.

By some miracle, she was still sitting there, looking as beautiful as Kate Beckinsale.  (Google image that name and you will understand.)

This time, the price had dropped some since my last visit.  Still outside of my range, I mentioned it casually to my father in conversation.  Spring lazily rolled around and I got back on the road.  Somewhere along the way I managed to lose the bar end weight from the Honda's bars.

  This of course required a visit to the dealership.  To my astonishment, that gorgeous machine was still sitting there, with even more money taken off.

The salesman who sold me my rebel saw me looking at her (again).  'She's been waiting for you.'  He said casually.

I left with my bar end weight, thinking that it would probably be the last time I ever saw her.

Over dinner at the pub with my father, I mentioned the Triumph and how someone was going to get a tremendous deal.  To my astonishment he offered to buy it on the condition that I paid him back of course.  I was floored.  Feeling guilty about such a large outlay of cash, I told him I would think about it.

 I drove to the States the next day to pick up some stuff I bought on Ebay,  My best friend tagged along and over the course of the day I decided to sell the Rebel, sacrifice any extra spending for the next year and get 'Katie'  Home.  



My second to last day on the Honda.  Pulled up at 6:00am on my way to work to check on Katie.




It was one of the best days of my life.  Pulling out of the dealership on a brand new Triumph.  It was raining, but that didn't dampen my spirits.  It was the first of many glorious days I have spent aboard this wonderful machine, that has become part of the family.   One of the first things I did on the bike was add a K&N air filter,  I noticed a small sticker on the inside indicating December 9th, 2007.  I thought it odd, as that would have been my sister's 30th birthday.  After further research and contacting Triumph themselves it turned out that Katie was indeed completed on that date.

I felt a warmth come over me in that moment and knew, somehow that this was a gift from my late sister, a sign that she was happy wherever she went, that her spirit had gone on to peace.  It is the greatest gift I have ever received and I treat each day of living and each ride with that gratitude.

Ailsa, thank you.  You are forever loved and never, ever forgotten.









Saturday, September 7, 2013

Hiatus!

Quick note, due to other commitments Motocode is on hiatus until October..

Stay tuned!