Lots of progress...(some unintentional!) over the weekend.
Allow me to explain.......
It starts with an idea, see. A notion. Like; I should clean off my swing arm. Easy enough task, right? So, I pop a cold beer and start wiping. Then, I realize I can't reach all of it, so off comes the chain guard and chain. Hmmm...lots of caked on dirt and chain lube....out comes the solvent and brush. Rear wheel's in the way....Off comes the wheel....
Next thing you know, the swing arm lies on the lift under the bike, rear wheel is on the floor with sprocket removed as I kneel on the floor, scrubbing the grease out of every nook and cranny of the drive hub with a toothbrush, while sipping on my third beer, waiting for the fresh paint on the swing arm to dry....*sigh* How did we get here?
I'm not sure. But, truth be known, this is the only way I'd have it. Oh, did I mention I pulled the exhaust and scrubbed the lower cases and oil sump with the aforementioned toothbrush? No? Oh. Well, I did. Somewhere between the swing arm and the beer and the wheel.
This may not be the nicest bike you'll ever see when I'm finished, but it damn well might be the cleanest.
So now that the swing arm is back on, with freshly cleaned pivot bolt and new brand-new grease on the bushings, I stand back and view my work with satisfaction oozing from every pore.....
Clean. Really clean.
Oh, and I forgot the part about the headlight bucket.....
While cleaning and polishing the chrome on the headlight bucket (Chrome, you say? Mine's not chrome!) I discover WHY yours is not chrome...mine says "Suzuki" on it. Hmmm. This may have to go. And the front turn signals....something not quite right here. Oh, I see now! Somebody has cut down the stalks to pull them in closer to the headlight ears...a rather lousy job, if I do say so myself. We may have to fix that, as well.
So why do I have the headlight bucket opened up, anyway, you ask?
Dunno. Anymore than I know why I took the swingarm off. 'Cuz I could, I guess. And so it will go, I'm sure, with the rest of the project.....not all disassembled at once, but each part individually in it's turn. This was not the plan, but it's the way it's going down; leave no stone unturned, no cave unexplored. You could call it a curse, or see it for what it really is....just the way I operate. Take it or leave it. And so, we move forward; inch by inch.