Monthly Archives: March 2011

More than one way to turn a prop


We all know how a basic prop engine works right? basically its a typical internal combustion engine with a prop driven off the end of the crank shaft. But there are a few more ways to turn a propeller. I had heard the term “turbo prop” for a while, mostly when traveling by small prop planes. I always assumed that meant a turbo charged piston engine, just in an aircraft, not so… In reality a turbo prop is a deceptively simple turbine engine, like a jet, but used to turn a prop shaft instead of creating thrust. huh? It consists of several components: 1 compressor. 2. jet fuel/igniter. 3 turbines. 4.exhaust pipe. It is so simple really; engine starts and compressor pulls air in and forces it downstream where it gets sprayed with jet fuel. Then it ignites and heads towards the tailpipe. before it gets there it turns 2 turbines: one turns the prop shaft and the other turns the compressor shaft. For some reason the exhaust does not produce thrust like a typical jet engine, so it can be directed downward. It needs a basic reduction gear because the turbine likes to turn extremely fast in relation to the desired prop speed. In other words the prop is geared way down so it has a shitload or torque. This type of engine is popular on many short takeoff and landing vehicles for commercial use because the higher initial cost of the plane is offset by the more efficient and less complicated nature of the engine in the long run. here are some pics…

Here is a typical civilian turboprop type aircraft (top). They are also used on larger planes, such as this russian Tupolev bomber(bottom).

Ok, so that is the first two types of engine: piston driven, and turbo prop. there are more ways to turn a prop coming next time…


two cool events coming up


Big Mountain Run…

and Dixie Roundup…


More F of F


internally supercharged v 12 anyone? don’t worry, if it breaks he has a few spare ones lying around…


Icarus final assembly


Doing final assembly on the hybrid motor for Icarus. Here you can see the special cases made for the continental cylinders. I bought a “blank deck” big bore case from Delkron, then did this to it. The base gasket is an 0 ring that goes in the recessed groove. It is cool because both the head and base connections are metal to metal contact, not floating on a flat gasket surface.

Custom flywheels. 3.5″ stroke evo? wtf? stay tuned.


More Fantasy of Flight


Ok, a few days ago I posted about the private museum, “Fantasy of Flight”, that I discovered in Florida on my way home from Daytona. Here is some more.

Here is me in front of Kermits (the man) F4u corsair, which happens to be my all time favorite prop plane. Best part is, this thing is flight ready. He flies it. whenever he wants. wow.

Here’s me inside his B24 Liberator, which was one of the few planes that was not prepped for flight. I cant imagine how loud it would be fireing that 50 inside an un-insulated aluminum tube, all while trying to yell back and forth to your crewmembers next to you!


Two more bikes I love


Found some good pics of a few bikes I have admired for a while now. The first one is from Nacell, and is an awsome reason to bring me your otherwise gay softail.

This one is still unknown, but I first saw it a few years ago and fell in love.


Yet another reason to do everything myself


Well, I have been putting off letting the world know about the disaster that is CPC, but I figure since Leo let the cat out of the bag so will I. What you see here is the 4th motor I have had to rebuild on account of this shop. There are so many fucked up scenarios I have encountered it is almost pointless to try to list them all, but here are a few: sand inside the motor, breather gear oil screens removed, breather windows enlarged and subsequently “re-timed”, improper piston ring setup, cylinders bored unevenly, compression ranging from 12 to 1 to 5 to 1 with no explanation, “bored” carbs with modified air bleeds that dont work for shit, heads, cylinders and cases decked crooked, and timing so advanced that it blows holes in pistons. Well, The silver lining to all this is that it has forced me to learn more about engines since I essentially had to trouble shoot all of them. The pic here is the last CPC motor to rebuild! I will finally be free! The motor had started smoking about 40 miles after it was “rebuilt”. Since this has happened with all his motors, I knew what to do and didnt sit around crying about it. I just explained to my customer what we had to do. Luckily Scott is a cool as hell dude and didnt bitch either. We discovered a blown head gasket and the same hypereutectic pistons CPC always used. They are good pistons but the ring gaps were always way off. I also knew that the tops of the cylinders were most likely not flat (he mills them down for some reason…more compression?). I ordered a replacement set of stock type cylinders and pistons and we prepared to install them. Once the old cylinders were off Scott noticed a shit load of sand on the flywheels. Fuck not again!

If you look closely at the pic you can see all the little sand pieces in the light. Believe me, there was a ton more sitting in the bottom of the case, and even more came out of several oil passages when we douched it with brake clean. Oh yeah, it of course crossed my mind that it was metal debris from my oil tank (that i made), but a magnet answered that question- sand it was (I dont have a sand blaster). Anyway, all seems good now after we cleaned it thouroughly, and now its preparing to go back together once and for all. Look for it in Sturgis running like a champ!


Daytona Bike Week in a nutshell


Well, after coming back from Daytona I have a shit load of stories to tell, but Ill start with a basic synobsis. To the town of Ormond Beach FL- FUCK YOU, once again. I cant believe I was stupid enough to attempt to ride through your militarized zone again. I posted a while ago about last year when I got pulled over and ticketed twice within a 1/4 mile stretch. This time, my friends and I were leaving Jay Allens place at about 10 pm, completely sober. We turned out of the parking lot, made a u turn in a designated area, and proceeded at a snails pace up the road. The speed limit was about 45 mph, and we couldn’t have been doing over 30. We all kept the revs way down to be extra quite, and didn’t pass anyone. Next thing we know a black and white SUV comes careening up behind us lights blazing. They speed past me and then jam on the brakes to try to force me off the road, all while the driver is waiving his hand out the window doing some unrecognizable signals. We all pull over and get ticketed for the usual wrong pipes, wrong bars, wrong pants, etc. I don’t know what they are trying to do other than make people scared of the vendors in Ormond Beach. Jay Allen, who is a really cool guy, has the misfortune of having his bar, the Broken Spoke, located right in the thick of it. As a warning to all potential bike week visitors, DO NOT GO TO ORMOND BEACH, they hate you there. The area I mean is the strip between the I-95 exit (rossmeyer dealership), and the Daytona town line on RT 1. The rest of the areas in and around Daytona were fine.

               On a better note, bike week was a blast overall. The Limpnikie lot was in full force, and had a kick ass bike show friday. All the bikes that showed up were real deal hand built choppers with the exception of one idiot who entered a Kawasaki KLR with plastic guns and rockets attached to it! no shit, it was some kind of low budget OCC rig he concocted…. weird. The willies show was cool as usual, and the entire lot did a ride to the Wild party on weds that ruled also. Big thanks to whoever put that party on! The food was good, and the location was great as usual. Dale, leo, Joe and I had a nice time watching some dude on a bagger dump it on the beach and then try to get it free (you can ride on the beach there).

       I also got to see my friends from Vibes magazine in Japan, who once again made it all the way there from J-land. They took pics of all our bikes, and one day showed up on a vintage Cushman scooter of some kind. I don’t know where they got it because I can’t understand a word they say, but they let me ride it. sweet!

       On the way home, after the air museum, we had a variety of problems. We got lost twice and wasted several hours in an attempt to use a shortcut through the Cape Charles/ Northampton peninsula. This is a random area off the Chesapeake Bay that cuts a few cities off our otherwise entirely I-95 trip. There is an insane bridge that links Norfolk to the end of the point that is an honest 20 miles long! Google it if you don’t believe me. Anyway, once across it we were faced with the most grim, post apocalyptic, bombed out redneck stretch of land I have ever seen in my life- and I have seen a lot of this country by road! Delapitated houses, gas stations without pumps, random burning garbage piles, crackheads, junker cars and a generally lawless feeling.

   During our approx 5 hours there, we ran over some piece of metal debris (that we didn’t realize at the time) that ripped our trailer cord out of its plug. This cord provides the power to all the trailer lights as well as the power to the trailer brakes. I was so dazed and tired I didn’t realize this until about 200 miles later when I glanced in the rear view and just saw blackness. I stopped at a gas station and went to investigate only to find the plug had been dragging and was worn down to a nub! There was no way to fix it so we called it a night and stayed in some sketchy motel in New Jersey.  The next day we just said fuck it and ran the gauntlet through big NYC rawdog.

      

   This is us crossing the GWB. We made it home in one piece and now Im jamming for Sturgis! see you there!


Back from Daytona


Hey there everyone, thanks for being patient. Im back and have a lot of pics and stories. For starters, my friend Leo and I found an awsome aircraft museum near Orlando. My other friend Eric, who is a pilot (and also into the same shit I am) told me about it. Anyway we roll down there and find this place; its called “Fantasy of Flight”- a strangly gay name for a place that is anything but. I am going to do a few posts on this place because there is way too much to cover in one. Heres the deal- it is a private museum. The guy who ownes it, and everything inside, is named Kermit. I dont remember his last name, but he is a certified badass. While we were there he flew in from some other airshow in his p-40 Warhawk! No shit! buzzed the field a few times and landed it right there in front of the main hanger. Best part is, there is almost no security because its all private and the guy doesnt give a shit. We just stood there on the tarmac as he rolled up and parked this thing, grumbled a few words to his buddies, and walked off into the hanger! Certified badass all the way. Heres a pic of my friend Leo in front of his Warhawk about 3 seconds after he walked away from it. more to come….


See you in 10 days!


I am driving down to Florida for Daytona bike week. I will not post again until im back. If you are going to be there come visit my booth at the Stone Edge Skate Park on rt 1, at the Limnikie Lot. Thanks to all my friends who helped me get ready this past week!


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