Ride to Paradise! Another trip to China town Brooklyn. We ate at a place where you make your own soup. Its called Shabu shabu! Very authentic, I suggest the fish head.
Ever wonder what your air/fuel mixture looks like?
Tom, Mike, Besnick and I decided to go to the Metal Ponies rally in style, by moped. We rode from the middle of CT to Providence and back, 185 miles.
Our first stop on the trip was at the Rocky Hill water front on the Connecticut river. They have the longest running ferry in all New England, which we were going to take to cross the river, but it wasn’t running. So we went for a swim instead.
The only other way across was the Putum bridge, which is pretty much a huge highway. Blasting over it caused Tom’s bike to soft seize, snowballing effect = 4 more seizes from that point on. A chunk of the Nikasil lining had flaked off. We rebuilt his top end twice, only using sandpaper to smooth things over and pantie hose on the air box to rich things up. We had no jets. The big secret was to retard his timing as much as possible without losing all power. This kept his engine cool enough to last the remaining 40 miles without seizing again.
The rally was great but short lived because Irene was coming. We wanted to head back in fear we would have to wait it out in RI or CT until Tuesday or Weds. Our goal was to beat the storm to NY.
Mike, Besnick and I took off Sat morning and 20 mins in it started to rain. It rained for the next 5 hours.
We were making amazing time, blasting down the back roads. Keeping up with traffic. Then Mikes bike hard seizes. We took a look… Mechanical failure, the brass shim between the con rod and the piston was wore thin and there was too much play. Piston was hitting the head, smashing the spark plug and knocking the cylinder loose, opening up air leaks. This couldn’t be fixed. Mike stayed behind under a bridge. The plan was to make it back to CT, pick up the van and get mike and his bike.
Besnick and I take off for the last leg. 50 miles to go in hurricane like rains. Ride or die.
We made it. Besnick made the whole trip on one tank of gas. Someone felt bad for Bridge Mike and gave him a raincoat. Tom hitched a ride back and got to NYC by the time mike seized.
We traveled to Larry’s “real deal” shop in downtown Brooklyn to lathe up a custom intake. Want giant lathe so bad… so bad.
Larry and Gian have been crafting this beautiful Tomos “copper bullet”.
Paint job, CDI upgrade, Promo circuit pipe, EBR forks, long seat, bullet headlight. Probably other stuff too.
Yes, we refurbish vintage bikes. We make them awesome. Good show, great job!
On one of the hottest days this summer, riding practically naked is the most sane thing you can do. We encourage you to do it too.
Accidentally, we bumped into the nudist bicycle ride. We thought it would be pretty funny if we tagged along, but after reading some of their body paint “Less gas, more ass” we learned our kind was not welcome. Raciest hippies, who ever thought?
We couldn’t find matches. But a splash of gas, a spark plug and a moped works too.
Fishing trip! Ride down to the 69th st pier. Everyone caught a fish! Ok, no we didn’t catch anything, but Larry ate 4 hot dogs.
NYC! If you have a moped and want to join weekly rides:
Photos from my phone
We have been preparing for our road trip to Richmond, VA via moped. It has been completed. Now we can tell you the story.
Lindsay, Gian and myself. 350 miles. 26 hours of riding over a three day period. There were break downs, intense traffic and a ride or die mentality. It was pretty awesome.