My friend just picked up this nice original Elan Coupe. Looking sharp in Bahama Yellow (I think that’s the color, anyway).
Category: Vehicular Friendicide
I offered to store a friend’s 1994 Triumph Daytona 1200 for them over the winter as a favor and as part of the deal I agreed to get it back into running condition…wait. Something doesn’t seem right there…so much for deal-making savvy. Ah, well, what are you going to do?Continue reading
A friend was itching for a motorcycle–as a consequence, at the spur of the moment we journeyed to Everett today to look at this ’94 Ducati 900-SS. Nice condition, 9500 miles. Since it’s been a few years since Paul has ridden (plus there’s no endorsement on his license), I took it out for the test spin. Nice bike. (I last rode a 900SS brand-new in about 1994, come to think of it. I wanted to buy one then but my shoddy credit at the time prevented that from happening…)
I took Goldie and the “half-mine” trailer over to Lake Stevens today to help my friend Paul pick up a non-running 1963 Jaguar XKE Fixed Head Coupe (Paul owns the other half of the trailer–I think mine is the right half).
Before delivering this up to my friend’s place, I took the opportunity to fix a few things. Mainly, I put new bars on it, getting rid of the ridiculous “western” bars and putting on a set from a Norton Interstate. Much better, though the install would benefit from new cables. Couple of more photos after the jump.
Spent one of the worst-weather spring Saturdays that I can recall trekking to Puyallup to help a friend pick up this BSA Thunderbolt. It looks to be a pretty nice machine with a minimum of things to put right.
Just a bit later that very day this bike was wedged into a set of mailboxes (fortunately with only minor damage at a very low speed) with the new (and very inexperienced) owner aboard. Almost as funny as the time when I put my 1995 Daytona onto its side-stand without–and, this is key–first putting the side-stand down. Once 500 lbs of stuff gets past its tipping point there is little a puny human can do to stop it.
You can thank Allie for the title of this entry. “Coleman” is the moniker that my friend Jeff has bestowed on this machine, but around here, it’s the Dreaded Jeff Car, after the debacle with the MGB-GT.
I’ll be helping my friend Jeff put together another MGB. It’s a ’73 roadster in tough but usable condition–blown-up engine excepted. It comes with a spare rebuildable engine and I’ve located a decent used motor as well. So we’ll have a kit of parts and will see what we can get out the other side.