I cringed a little as the bandsaw dug into the $1500 worth of Italian muffler.

With Z and Todd holding, the cuts were nice and straight.
Todd fired up the Tig welder and grabbed some rod.


A little buff on the polishing wheel.

Make Desmo sounds.

Z came in the door with a hard ass attitude, figuring we would be giving him the Harley Only attitude. We talked about my Ducati and various other two wheeled subjects. He left as a new friend. It just shows once again that motorcycle is the universal language.
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