Nothing Smeels Like A Fresh Pan!
Ok, so this is yet another shameless self promotion for the Pan but it struck me as I turned off the light in the Source Garage tonight that no matter what the brand of evaporated spent motorcycle combustion juice, motocross, drag race fuel or a newly built pan motor, I get high as hell from it. After all these months of waiting for that first burp of life to come out of the Ticket To Ride, she came to life tonight and I guess the fact that my nostrils were wide open in a fit of demonic possessed hilarity, the sweet smell of her vapors provided an intoxicating end to the evening. I must have spent two hours just starting it and stopping, adjusting the timing and starting it again. I’d listen to it breath and man it was like the first day at school with new clothes.
Now all of this was a blast but I gotta tell you about a strange phenomenon that I recently found I share with another brother. At the end of each night in the garage, after I sit and stare at whatever Ive been working on, I stop just before I turn the light off and look over my shoulder one last time. Tonight that long pause came with a rush of new smell to the garage, freshly fired Panhead. Man, it just doesn’t get better than that for me!