Sunday, February 28, 2010
Ha! After a long wait and many dead leads, I have scored the seat I wanted for the panel truck. This suburban bench has a small seat on the passenger end that leans forward. I want it so I can roll the panhead in and edge it that much further forward for a perfect fit. Off to the sandblaster and then to Tran for a nice diamond tuck in pleather. I paid 350.00 for the set as seen here. I also scored a set of 16" black steel wheels for the panel. I bought a set from a guy right when we got there for 100.00 with chev script caps and told him I would be back for them in a bit. Offhandedly I said if he could sell them for 200.00 before I got back, we would split the difference. I get back a few hours later and the guy has packed up all his stuff for the night and split. I walked the aisles for two hours because I couldn't figure out which space was his! I finally figured it out and he had left me a note saying "sold your wheels for 140.00. Had to go but will have your 120.00 tomorrow." Seriously? We were not staying the night since it was pretty obvious it was going to pour that night so now what? I went back to our space and Joe had spotted another set of wheels with a couple of useable tires in the north 40 for 100.00 so we hoofed it over and I bought those. I left a note on the guy's note with my phone number. He got a hold of me the next day and promised to send me the money via snail mail. Whatever. The t-shirt on the other hand is the score of the day! It is for a long forgotten band out of Seattle, Washington. I bought 4 shirts. Chris got one, Jun got one, I got one and one is stashed away. All in all not a bad Big 3 this year.
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Here are photos of the sign I designed for my church/cult. It turned out great but I may go with painted letters next time. I had a mount base made so it could sit in the living room while I wait on an adequate storefront. White neon on both sides with black gloss paint. Made of aluminum. 4' tall by 3 1/2' wide at the arms. 7" by 7" thick.
Here's some photos of the panel. I had a nice sized exhaust leak so I pulled the manifold and found it was warped pretty badly. I had to take it over to Pilar's shop to have him call his machinist to surface the thing. I hit the Truck Shop in Orange for a gasket and 250.00 later, I was ready to re-install the manifold. No dice. The dang thing won't line up. I suspect the amount of material removed has caused the intake inserts to now be too wide. I can't say for sure but I'm going to try again Sunday when we return from the Big Three swap in San Diego. I'm almost ready to build the bed assembly and the guy with the 47 Chevrolet Suburban front two-piece bench seat is one call away from selling.
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Sunday, February 7, 2010
I have just about healed from my first of two ear surgeries and am starting some new projects and working harder on some old ones. The movie is pushing along slowly. I am hoping to have a 30 minute working edit done in the very near future. I am told it will help me secure a narrator. The first two trailers I put together had only three interviews out of the 20 or so that I have completed. A new edit will give a better overview of the footage compiled. Also, Ryan Bingham won the Golden Globe for best new song on a soundtrack with 'The Weary Kind' from the movie Crazy Heart with Jeff Bridges. I'll be using an early album of his as the soundtrack for my film. I knew he was destined for stardom when he released his first album. They are very talented guys and I look forward to showcasing an earlier album that was as good as anything he puts out now. I made some posters for the film for Sundance 2011 and went out for the weekend of the festival to pre-promote. (a bit premature maybe but I tend to be a bit overenthusiastic when deep into a project) The plan was to put up my posters during the day on Thursday and meet up with Denny back at the airport in the evening for a nice weekend of snowboarding and films. Unfortunately it didn't turn out that way. While I was putting up the last of my posters on the bulletin walls they erect along main street in Park City, a couple of guys came up and started putting up advertising for some computer company over my posters. Not one here and one there covering a corner or two but ten posters stapled up to completely cover all of my posters which I had just taped up. Now I'm cold as hell and have wet feet. It's snowing and I have already had a run in with some other kooks from another non-movie related advertising team so I'm not in the best of moods at this time. So I look over at these guys and they know they just completely covered my stuff and they are laughing to each other so I start tearing all of the posters they put up on my stuff and proceed to tear all of the posters they put up off of the wall, all the while calling them f-ing assholes and other colorful names. One of the guys tries to push me back from the wall and I give him a nice punch in the mouth and he falls back into the gutter snowbank full of filthy black slush. They have a crew close by putting up stuff so these guys start yelling for them, the cops, security and generally trying to get the crowd and passerby riled up against me. I'm about half way up Main Street and I need to get to the bottom and to the Marriott where the shuttle loads up to take people from Park City back to Salt Lake City airport. I grab my carry on roller and my backpack and start walking down. These guys have gone from two to about ten in thirty seconds and they're yelling at me that they're making a citizens arrest, that I need to stop and wait, someone call 911. Generally being total fags about it but since the street is jammed with people, other good citizens get involved and they start yelling and walking behind me. Nobody is touching me but I have about 15 people yelling for the cops ,the pope, and Robert Redford practically as I walk my cold ass three blocks down Main Street. That was a slow-assed three blocks, let me tell you. If they had torches and pitchforks, it would have been perfect. So I get to the Marriott shuttle turnaround and the van is there with some poor bewildered stoner guy holding the passenger door. There is also a lady inside already. Half the crowd is yelling at the van driver to wait for the police and the other half is milling around inside the Marriott trying to get the staff to hold the shuttle. Turns out the shuttle is not Marriott related but more like a cab so I put twenty bucks into the drivers hand and tell him to get us out of here. I can hear the freaking siren in the background and I know I will have no chance explaining myself with this crowd carrying on. I got the vibe that the driver had something to lose if the cops pulled up so he jumped in and literally drove thru some dipshits who were trying to hold the van back by pushing against the front fenders. We were pulling out and the last thing I heard was some lady screaming out "FUCK YOU" at the van as we drove off. I explained as best I could the situation on the ride back to the lady and the driver and then closed my eyes for the next 45 minutes. I wasn't sure if these dummies were going to make some stuff up and tell the cops I pulled a knife out or something so we hit the airport and I beelined it to the counter and switched my flight to 8:45. That's 1 hour away. I'm supposed to meet Denny there at Nine p.m. but I'm too freaked out so I hit the terminal and am on the plane taxiing out as Denny is taxiing up. I try to explain but what do you say? My trip to Sundance was twelve hours in all. Two arguements. One punch. An angry mob. A quick flight out. Great. Nothing ever goes smoothly.
Instead of going out to the GNRS last weekend, I drove the six hours up to Turlock with Pokey, Joe, and Chris for the antique car swap meet. During our dig for 32 Ford parts, I came across this Monarch frame and fork set. I also picked up the two trophies just in case I am invited back to Mooneyes next year. John at Banzai Machine in Huntington Beach has been working on a 5 horse motor install into a bicycle frame and he has it just about perfected. The plan is to put a motor into this frame and fab a tank and some drop bars for a board tracker look. I am drawn to the monarch for the springer, which looks like a big twin style with front and back legs, rockers, and springs to boot. I plan on dumping the front sprocket and cranks and making some footboards.
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