Ya should have been there. Rat's Squadron blasting down the waterfront. That's all three of my time machine's and the white 29" 2 stroke. We are riding fast and the bikes are spooled up sounding much like an approaching WWII propeller driven aircraft.... we were staidly approaching the public dock where a pile of super bikers are always hanging out..... and then it was like the bottom of the tank fell out spewing a gas.... I sailed in between a parked cop and a crowd of peeps smelling like the Exon Valdez parking. Gas pouring off the engine I rolled to a stop in the mist of the superbikes... with the Rat fleet on my tail pipe, Crotch rocket pilot says " Wow! so this is the new thing?" to which I said, "excuse us we are experimental" and all had a good LOL.
Auto recovery, I took off on the RMLL that Sledge was ridding and a quick blast back to the shack grab the truck. Oh the trailer was on the truck so I had to go the long way back and double park in the street to recover OP. Sledge rode back keeping OP up right and the others well they found there own way back.
Lessons learned.... none.... still learning how to weld and this was my first ever attempt at an in frame tank. Hay it did hold gas for 3 days until the fuel bung fell off the bottom of the tank.
The tank will be soaked in acetone to remove the cream. Then it will be repaired and well the rest we all know..... Ride it like I stole it.... All screaming 3.5hp!