The "bullet bikes" (BB) is a Vespa 150 Super 1967. But the story does not begin there, it starts with my friend Barnabas Williams, who has passed the California Roadrunners SC Barnaby flamboymant a great person he was, after a flirtation with mod in his youth riding a scooterboy difficult (and perhaps the psychobilly first in the United States is not safe.) Did I mention bizarre? Barnaby is a graduate of the San Francisco Art Institute and worked as a tattoo artist in Anubis on WarpusHaight Street. His body is a canvas painted with a large number of ornate piercings. In the 80's was usually a towering pompadour, who was by most as the "shark fin" known and every bicycle ride until it was cut and cut hard. His last time this bike was affectionately known as "Barnabortion". The bike was t-bone by a doctor at the wheel of a Mercedes (Barnaby us would be happy to give you his scars -. If you are still covered with koi fish)
Afterthe death of "Barnabortion" chop began to build a clean, custom (I have not yet mounted, years later, in his bedroom.) While his custom bikes did not come together, he made a deal for some wheels temporary, a '67 Vespa 150 Super. Well, this was a great spectacle: big ol 'Barnaby on a beautiful powder blue Super 150 in perfect condition. It was absurd to say the least, but Barnaby grew up on the scooter, and were proud of how the contrast between the two.
Afteronly a few months with this scooter was stolen from outside his apartment on California Street. The pain was of short duration, after a few days received a call from the police Daly City, the bike was recovered only in the south of the city. Unforutnately was in a pitiful state. The bike crashed: the shield on one side of the bent leg, table strip missing, missing, part of an emblem, the seat beat, and many scratches, but the final insult the six 0.38 caliber bulletsHoles in the rear-engine page spread. Barnaby took the first kick scooters, where a new tank installed, was to replace the instrument panel. The bike worked for a couple of weeks, but then crapped out. The coil was broken and who knows what else is said, Barnaby pulled his mother's backyard, where he was almost two years know in a conversation with him one night cycling, Barnabas was disgusted, he said, "This is a sign that I'm not nice to ride a bike, I cut around big and ugly. "Then he gave the bike and told me that he knew that I would try to revive it.
I started with a new coil, new plug, points, condenser, a horn-handled, the backlight, and then ran with all electrical components are working properly. But, that ended badly, very bad noise ground their way inside the engine. I lent her friends for a short time, but she gave one night in North Beach. At 3:00 my friend Whitey clock that has led, in the course of a long wooden rod in hand, with which asTowline I took with my P200 to the side streets in front of the first kick scooters. The next day I told Eric to go to work on the engine.
After the restoration was finished, the left engine was not very old, tired, with the exception of cases and the upper end. He ran great and I began to understand my mobile in rotation cycles. In January, two friends moved to the city of Denver. On their first Saturday night in town I met with them, lending the Bullet Bike Nick because his Springrejetting necessary before he could manage the sea. We rode at Donington Park, a pub in the Mission District, talked and drank. After a while ', it was time for a ride. On a clear night it's nice to cross the Golden Gate Bridge, overlooking the city, so we left. They take me to 200, Scott drove his Lambretta scooter with his girlfriend Sam, Nick has guided the bullet bike with Logan. We have the bridge with Scott and I also just around the corner. We crossed the bow, and waited to find Nick to recover.And we waited some more, 'and then a little'. Worried, we crossed again at the end of the bridge of the city and found nick changing a tire on the 150 "What has happened?" I asked. The tire as Nick and Logan had blown up the bridge began. He tried to save, but went on the glove box. He threw it on the deck at night! There is no worse place to have it. I apologized to Nick, was a decent looking tires Michelin S83, but it was there since I got the bike was, Ishould be checked. Nick was sad for a few scratches, but they were not in place in relation to the general conditions of the bike. Nick mounted spare and went back to the old broken bridge. We back and forth to the beach to another pub and then home.
Later in the week I took part in the flattened tire and wheel (I had the bike for X scooters anger, because I promised loan, the Vespa Rados from Milwaukee.) I noticed that the edge of the circlewas badly bent, I thought it must have been damaged during the outbreak. After the bike apart I found the cause: a 0.38 caliber bullet was in the side of the tire is built, not to the end, just enough. Bullet Bike, bike hard, hard tires.
Epilogue: It still seems rough - crying tears rusted six bullet holes in their side - but runs like a champ. A few other projects before being queued, but one day I will make her appearance again, with the exception of the six bullet holesWhat I polished chrome.
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