As the great D-Lo* has pointed out in my last posting of Project Stovebolt, Betsy has a bit of what we call a rust problem. Yes and when I say problem this is the kind that would require counseling.
She was born in a factory, raised on a farm, and retired in the field. No thanks to her previous resting place and the indigenous wet, ever damp, rust friendly environment in the beautiful northwest, she has developed a rust habit.
This is all okay. We are working with her, first on getting the current problem areas under control. Once this process is through and the engine runs, and the brakes stop, and the running gear, well runs, we will start parading her around town, to see who the lucky metal and paintsmith will be to cut loose with their handy work. Then this true blue Betsy girl will ride again.
If anyone has any recommendations of autobody or paint shops within a 1,000 mile radius of the hill we live on please advise.
Until the next blogging, always remember bare metal, rain, and being 57 years old will result in Betsy.
*Note: D-Lo is the reason I even know what a blog is. Call it inspiration, call it infection, I call it blogging.
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I don't remember the names, but there's some good ones in Ballard?
Press on... fighting the good fight:)
You're not cured of this mysterious infection, are you?
There is not a cure. I am shaking off the ice and coming back from my sabatical.
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