SO, I'm out bar hopping today around Maryland and Virginia, when I roll onto a highway and I hear a weird sound from the open belt ---- hummmm, I look down and about an inch of it is MISSING :down:

Not good so I roll back to the house and start tearing her down. Well the belt of course is shot and so is the clutch basket! Great. From the looks of the inside of the jackshaft cover, I must have picked something up that got wedged in there and ground down the area. Shit.


Or maybe it was that drunk blonde that was scoping out my bike at the last bar -- she looked pretty shady.
Now to find a belt, clutch basket and clutch pack (it's over due and I'm in there anyway) for a Primo Brute IV.
Good thing I have three bikes - two of the fuckers are down for repairs now! :down:

Not good so I roll back to the house and start tearing her down. Well the belt of course is shot and so is the clutch basket! Great. From the looks of the inside of the jackshaft cover, I must have picked something up that got wedged in there and ground down the area. Shit.


Or maybe it was that drunk blonde that was scoping out my bike at the last bar -- she looked pretty shady.

Now to find a belt, clutch basket and clutch pack (it's over due and I'm in there anyway) for a Primo Brute IV.
Good thing I have three bikes - two of the fuckers are down for repairs now! :down:

