So here you have the view from the front wiht that giant Del'Orto sticking in your face. You can see why you'd need that little brake extension to get things to work. And speaking of pedals - on the other side I rigged up this strange conglomeration of years and parts. For those of you in the know - you'll recognize a 94-99 engine-mounted oil filter plate attached to the left shifter pedal using extended bolts and spacers on the top two holes. It's not a "bolt on" as it did take a bit of grinding - but the look is ultra cool. Remember, we have a short alternator sticking out where the generator used to be - so there's more space across the front of the motor. The "Pilots Eye" view of the right brake pedal. Safe? Boy howdy - you betcha! I used these little Doss marker lights as turn signals below the control electrics to give me signals but keep that big, long front end relatively clean. Next>

What Would Warren Build Part 4 Continued... I've seen doctors. Lot's of doctors. At first they told me I would need to exercise, do a little physical therapy - oh yeah, these pills will help with the pain. I would just take a half and it made it so I could work. But the pain didn't stop. I went to three or four months of physical therapy with a nice enough old hippy who put some current on my lower back, put me on a "stretcher" that resembled the rack and had me do all kinds of interesting positions and stretches. He did the best he could, but he didn't really know what the problem was. The doctors thought it something called Pyraformous syndrome. It wasn't. And the pain got worse. I couldn't stand up or drive home...I had to sit in the car outside the physical therapy office waiting to be able to drive. When I finally made it home I would get in hot bath. And take a pill. It was getting tougher and tougher to work on the bike. I couldn't stay bent over. I couldn't sit on my little stool. I couldn't concentrate like I used to. I went to see a surgeon - he said I should consider surgery but I wasn't ready. He suggested a series of shots right into my spine to figure out where things were going wrong - "diagnostic" they were called. Ever had a needle stuck deep in your spine? The first one they gave me they used something called "twilight" on me. If it's anything like what street people call heroin, I know why there are junkies in the world. It put me in a very pretty place while back in the real world doctors stuck needles deep into my spine filled with anesthetic (think like the pain killer your dentist gives you) and then some hyper hormone stuff called cortisone. The pain stopped for three weeks! I started taking less and less of the pills - it made me sick and shaky, but after two weeks I was down to one pill a day. The next day I was going to stop all the way. Then the pain came back - powerful, dominating and so much worse than  before. I told the surgeon and he said I needed a pain specialist - that he couldn't help me anymore unless I wanted an operation. Next>