The heart of the project is a surplus 10-500pF 10kV Vacuum Variable Capacitor from the former Soviet Union… I bought two so I can build one for my son in Tucson as well… More as the project progresses…]]>
Arizona had awesome license plates for antique cars and motorcycles crafted from solid copper! Texas antique plates pale a bit by comparison; but, you CAN register your historic antique with an original license plate from your vehicle’s year of manufacture- IF, you can find one… Antique Texas motorcycle plates are hard to come by and mine HAD to be from 1966. Well, my Darlin’ surprised me with an early Father’s Day gift yesterday- and what a great surprise it was! Thank you Sunshine!!! This is headed for the ’66 R69S!]]>
It seems like years since I had a good motorcycle ride. In fact, it has only been months; but, my riding lifestyle has been interrupted for the last five or more years. My failing eyesight, the surgeries to fix my failing eyesight, three moves and a variety of other ailments of my own, as well as those of my Darlin’ Diane have all conspired to keep me off of two wheels.
I am ready to return to the days when more often than not, leaving the house meant doing so on two wheels. The Big Bend area beckons and I will no longer be denied! Stay tuned…]]>
Perhaps operating C/W (maybe even QRP portable!) will hold my attention for awhile. Sadly, my Renaissance Man tendencies may be satisfied to move along after just re-mastering Morse code and buying a fancy iambic paddle. I hope not. I kindof feel like folks that master C/W hold a badge of honor amongst their radio operator peers. My inner geek likes the fact that it represents the original digital mode of communication. Further, I like the idea that with C/W I might no longer need an enormous tower and beam antenna, although, I will still want one.
Time will tell. I will have successfully(?) completed the CW-Ops beginner Morse code class by the end of February. With any luck and a little discipline I will put the skill to use. If not, I guess my newly earned skill will become like high school Spanish. Perish the thought…
The motorcycle is equipped with a motor small enough to be put in a large pocket and loud enough to fill a coliseum comfortably. This motor is connected with the rear wheels of the bicycle, and when it is in the mood will revolve the wheel with tremendous speed, thus causing the bicycle to proceed from hither and yon over buggies, pedestrians, fences and small outbuildings.
A motorcycle is really a miniature automobile with full-sized noise, smell and dirt output. It is not started by cranking, however, but by pedaling the whole machine along the road until the motor emerges from its coma and gets on the job. An automobilist can be detected by his vast overhanging shoulders and calloused hands. A motorcyclist, however, may have arms like pipestems, but his legs are seven sizes too large for him.
A motorcycle is not as comfortable as a camel or a lumber wagon, but it is very swift, and there is nothing that feels more like flying than to ride a large baritone motorcycle over the country roads at 50 miles an hour, leaping lightly from bump to bump — except to leave the machine when it has struck a rock and to soar swiftly through the unstable atmosphere until some jagged section of the United States interferes with further progress.
Motorcycles are very useful and have almost annihilated distance and cheap clothes. They should be ridden in costume, except by very wealthy and careless men. A pair of leather pants with asbestos lining and a two-bushel hip pocket for tools, a padded vest, heavy gloves, a pair of goggles, and nose and shin guards make a tasty and useful rig for the cyclist. Dressed in this fashion the enthusiast can enjoy himself to the full as he caroms from tree to tree and gorges himself with dust, oil and excitement.
Motorcycles are not as fatal to pedestrians as automobiles, because they can only run over him with two wheels. But they should be treated with respect at all times and should not be interfered with when in a hurry.
Marvelous records are made by intrepid mahouts who have driven large double-barreled motorcycles 90 miles on a board track and most of the way up the golden stairs in one hour by the clock.
Motorcycles are much cheaper than automobiles, and there seems to be no practical remedy for this, and the industry is unfortunately not in the hands of a trust. A good machine can be purchased for $150. However, if the devotee does not possess $150 he can get almost as good results by drinking a little lubricating oil, inhaling a vacuum cleaner and setting off two bushels of firecrackers between his legs.]]>