And then there are the breakdowns. Two days ago, in Anamosa, Iowa, I witnessed a completely melted piston on a JD Harley (which was cleaned out and a new pair installed), an engine replacement on a Henderson 4, a gearbox rebuild, welded fender brackets, and new valve lifters installed--all of which was only seen because my own motorcycle has given me nothing but Trouble, from day one. I sat for eight hours attempting to sort out cambox issues on my 1928-ish Velocette KTT racer. The first work space where I spread the Velo out was inadequate when I discovered I’d need to shorten my camshaft by 0.092-inch, and needed a lathe. So I packed up the bike, spares, tools, and photographic equipment (oh, I’m taking 1850s era tintypes on the road, too… my Sprinter is a mobile darkroom), from the National Motorcycle Museum to the J&P Enterprises garage. There I pressed on a new cam, follower pads into the rockers, and thought it would all be good and I’d be on the road. But it wasn’t and I’m not. That makes about 18 hours of solid wrench time on my bike in five days; making new valves and sorting out issues… which still aren’t sorted.