Crap and things
Jan. 7th, 2018 06:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
scrottieToday was bicycle to Rio Vista for plumbing (NPT thread) stoppers for the exhaust manifold where I removed the cooling cooling water from going through its water jacket. The water jacket corroded through and the low engine oil pressure may be related to water getting into the cylinders (have two things I need to try first to decide but it requires more grinding power than I have to get access to). So, stop-gap was to bypass the exhaust manifold from the water cooling system, and plugging the water intake and outlet keeps exhaust from leaking through the shot water jacket and out the water intake/outtake. But mostly, I wanted #10 5/8ths stainless machine screws for the portlights because water is destructive (humans are mostly water and look at them). Ace had not 5/8ths screws of basically any sort type or variety. 3/4ths are too long and 1/2 is too short. 3/4ths it is, lopping the tips off.
This is a larger screw than the portlights were secured with, but the larger head lets me get more purchase with the screwdriving (I keep using the impact driver for general screwing because the beefy handle makes a really nice screwdriver), and some of them are stripped and slipped.
Dock lines got upgraded chafe protection too. 3/8ths inch dock line fits nicely in 1/2 ID vinyl tubing. Ace Hardware truly is a rational universe. After a few iterations, I haven't yet gotten this right yet until maybe now.
Forward hatch got better securing hardware to accommodate the power line going through there. In Discovery Bay, where everyone has a fuckton of money, I didn't give that being lose a second thought. Did laundry, prodded the motorcycle and figured out the new fuel leak as the old fuel leak where the fuel line going to the carbs was leaking even though I put a hoseclamp on it and thought I tightened it down enough. Maybe the clamp is coming undone in the vibration. The old girl vibrates a lot more than she used to (which was none) but it baffles me how Harleys hold together at all. I guess I could threadlock the hoseclamp if that happens again.
(Coyotes are hunting... wooooo-eeeeeeeeeee woooo woo-woo-woo yip yip yip awooooooo arrrrowoorrrrow.)
Yesterday, I attempted to kayak to Rio Vista for errands but called it before clearing Brannan Island Recreation Area on Three Mile Slough when I found myself behind schedule. I took a meandering route along the shoreline most of the way out, but figured out the geography enough on the way back to shot towards the next bend at each point, shaving off a lot of miles. I was concerned about getting cold on the way back paddling too long with the sun down and it was looking like I wouldn't have much time in town. That took me past Heidi's Outrigger Marina and Saloon. It's a bit of a dive (didn't stop at the saloon, just sussed out the marina) but would have made for a way shorter bike ride to and from Amtrak. But nooo... I had to be where the tiny houses are. (Hmm, should have taken R to walk around and look at the tinyhouses when she was here.) Next time, I'm stopping for a drink to check the place out. Gotta be honest, it feels a bit like Texas out here. But I did have dinner at the usual bar and restaurant because human contact once a week feels important. I wound up sitting next to the bartender's mother. She's very proud of him and has stories about how kind and helpful he is but only after she showed me pictures of her cat. He went to Europe with her and helped her when she got lost.
Bike ride is about an hour each way; kayak, not quite making it there, was about two hours each way -- slower and more distance to cover. I'm deeming kayaking do-able unless I figure out that there really is no where to land.
Signed on for an Introduction to the History of Native Americans course with a book on the Ohlone Indians as the non-textbook book.
Morning was a dense fog, again.
This is a larger screw than the portlights were secured with, but the larger head lets me get more purchase with the screwdriving (I keep using the impact driver for general screwing because the beefy handle makes a really nice screwdriver), and some of them are stripped and slipped.
Dock lines got upgraded chafe protection too. 3/8ths inch dock line fits nicely in 1/2 ID vinyl tubing. Ace Hardware truly is a rational universe. After a few iterations, I haven't yet gotten this right yet until maybe now.
Forward hatch got better securing hardware to accommodate the power line going through there. In Discovery Bay, where everyone has a fuckton of money, I didn't give that being lose a second thought. Did laundry, prodded the motorcycle and figured out the new fuel leak as the old fuel leak where the fuel line going to the carbs was leaking even though I put a hoseclamp on it and thought I tightened it down enough. Maybe the clamp is coming undone in the vibration. The old girl vibrates a lot more than she used to (which was none) but it baffles me how Harleys hold together at all. I guess I could threadlock the hoseclamp if that happens again.
(Coyotes are hunting... wooooo-eeeeeeeeeee woooo woo-woo-woo yip yip yip awooooooo arrrrowoorrrrow.)
Yesterday, I attempted to kayak to Rio Vista for errands but called it before clearing Brannan Island Recreation Area on Three Mile Slough when I found myself behind schedule. I took a meandering route along the shoreline most of the way out, but figured out the geography enough on the way back to shot towards the next bend at each point, shaving off a lot of miles. I was concerned about getting cold on the way back paddling too long with the sun down and it was looking like I wouldn't have much time in town. That took me past Heidi's Outrigger Marina and Saloon. It's a bit of a dive (didn't stop at the saloon, just sussed out the marina) but would have made for a way shorter bike ride to and from Amtrak. But nooo... I had to be where the tiny houses are. (Hmm, should have taken R to walk around and look at the tinyhouses when she was here.) Next time, I'm stopping for a drink to check the place out. Gotta be honest, it feels a bit like Texas out here. But I did have dinner at the usual bar and restaurant because human contact once a week feels important. I wound up sitting next to the bartender's mother. She's very proud of him and has stories about how kind and helpful he is but only after she showed me pictures of her cat. He went to Europe with her and helped her when she got lost.
Bike ride is about an hour each way; kayak, not quite making it there, was about two hours each way -- slower and more distance to cover. I'm deeming kayaking do-able unless I figure out that there really is no where to land.
Signed on for an Introduction to the History of Native Americans course with a book on the Ohlone Indians as the non-textbook book.
Morning was a dense fog, again.
