Another rescue mission to bring gas to this silly old guy who forgot to fill up at home. Doh! Makes for adventure, but that gas can is heavy when it's got gas in it. Actually, when I drive it to a gas station the attendant will generally put it back in the car for me. I hope he's fixed the mufflers, which slipped off the pipes a bit. He only noticed the problem when he came into town and an old lady at the corner shook her cane and yelled at him. (He wears ear plugs under his helmet.) Her ire inspired him to check out his mufflers and that's when he noticed the gap. He's written notes to himself to fix the exhaust, but I am ill informed. He plays deaf when I ask. It's a nice bike from 1942. There was one of these from 1935 at the vintage motorcycle show last weekend, and it still had the original paint bravely clinging to the tank and fenders. It won 1st place in the American category. There was a rod connecting the shift hand lever to a foot lever, giving the rider options. Wish I'd had my camera!
