Can I tell you that I just flat out love the kidney cover on the panhead and the shovel from 66 to 69. There's something about it that just hints at a case full of fast running, close meshing, grease covered gears banging out the power that you need to take you done the road of life. It ain't high tech and it ain't leakproof - but the deal is simple, it's 100% practical, simple engineering built with a purpose. The twin Dell'Orto carb rocks - even cooler than a side-draft Weber and an SU doesn't even come close. Now, you'll have to spend some happytime in the garage to get it working right - but it's simply not something you're gonna see or even FIND at every swap meet and club show. Now, you'll recall I had some clearance issues with that giant carb hanging out there - but nothing 4 and a half inches of turned aluminum couldn't cure. Again, thanks to Irish Rich for creating this part from thin air. Dig my wild oil lines, baby? Yup, that's a BDL FXST clutch hub hooked up to a panhead without a backing plate. Seems to be holding fine...

What Would Warren Build Part 5 Operation day. I had spent the previous day meeting with a nurse at the hospital (that, for reasons you're about to find out about will remain unnamed) and we discussed every single in and out of the operation. I told her about my daily doses of narcotics and the "level" I was at. Being at that level meant that they had to increase the amount of anesthetic and pain reliever after the surgery. After all - I was taking a daily dose that would floor most people. The amount of pain reliever I would require would be a lot larger than most PLUS I would need my regular meds so I wouldn't slide into withdrawal. It wasn't like I was gonna hop out of bed to down some percocettes from my nightstand. I would have a "drainage tube" hanging out of the base of my spine. They couldn't remove this until I was "leaking" to a certain level. Yeah, it's pretty gross and I was told that it was gonna hurt. We got there real early (for some reason they start these things at o'dark thirty) and before I knew what had happened I had talked to the doctor, signed a bunch more documents that I couldn't possibly understand and I had a drip in my arm. Fast forward a couple of hours of sitting around with the drip in my arm and I was wisked into the operating room. Lights, people talking, taping things to me, I began to feel warm, they were putting me out. "Don't fight it.." I wasn't. Warmer now. Room drifting away. Cold metal on my back. "I'm still awake". No, I wasn't. Then I had the supreme pleasure of waking up in hell. MORE>