welding

Sunday was welding day! YAY!

The frame and I went over to my friend’s house to weld in cross sections for the seat mount.

After we did mock up and measuring, Jan cut the sections we needed.

We decided to put a mount in the front and one toward the back.

Time to weld ’em in!

I put on some gloves and a helmet. For the first time in seven or so years, I welded metal. What a good time!

First attempt was pretty ugly.

but then I got back into the swing of things on my second round.

Not too shabby, if I do say so myself.

Time to smooth ’em out, but otherwise done with this part!

Jan made a piece for under the back of my seat. It’s some support, but mostly aesthetic. I’m still not convinced I like how it looks, but we’ll see once it’s all painted.

I failed to get a final photo of it all mocked up…. Oh well.

After we welded the seat mounts in, we noticed the gap between the bottom of the seat pan and the mounts. I’ll have to get some spacers for that space so that the bolts holding the seat on won’t stress the fiberglass too much.

It was a long, hot day and a very good one.
I’m exhausted!

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mystery solved!

Those “hooks” are for a stock airbox!

I had no idea because, well, I’ve never had a stock airbox on an RD of mine! Hahaha!

I don’t have time today to cut em off, so first thing in the morning… ZIIIIIP!

de-tabbing

I am almost done de-tabbing, but have a couplea things I have to figure out.

I can’t for the life of me remember what the “hooks” are for. And do I need the parts with the “o”? I am going to use the stock battery box, so I need the longer openings, but not sure about the rest:

This piece has been giving me trouble. You can see I tried to cut it off, but ran out of space. It’s very thick, so the dremel is no help. I cut it angled, so at least the shape now matches the line of the frame, but I’d rather it be gone.

Otherwise, it’s looking purty good, if I do say so myself.

I am enjoying the cutting and grinding a little too much….
Making sparks fly and the sound of metal filing down to the growl of the Makita makes me feel inordinately peaceful inside.