So good to hear of your activities, Steve. On my end in another part of the world it will soon be time to dust off the Hiawatha now in storage, tucked away in my brother's cabin. The snow pack from a long winter is slowly receding back into the forest floor so that his cabin will soon be accessible without shoveling my way to it. It's been a long winter, part of which I spent in Omaha, Nebraska at my sister's place recuperating after my heart attack in January. While there I laced up the tri-car front wheels from a pair of old Schwinn rims, some used 12 gauge spokes and the hubs you had made up in England, if I remember right. In prime coat now, I'll shoot them red when spring thaw is further along.
The tri-car is like an old friend, with fond memories of summers past spent working on engine mounts, making the exhaust from old bike frame tubing, extending the handlebars and a hundred other small things that make a build. You were there making sparks with the welder, Steve, and after a day's tinkering we often walked to the lake for a bar of soap swim and cleanup before having a beer with dinner at the Road Kill Cafe (my trailer kitchen). Mixed into the build memories are winter Saturdays in Maryland sharing shop space with Tinsmith as I helped him craft a beautiful copper gas tank for the Worksman frame. Every now and then his dog Bailey would come to the shop door with tennis ball in mouth, hoping that one of us felt like playing ball. Dan tells me that Bailey passed on a week ago, which sorrows me. He was a good boy and a fine shop dog, Bailey was.
We all know that a lot goes into any one of a kind build, especially ambitious ones like our tri-cars, Steve. The very best parts, better even than the vintage engines and special wheels, some things bought new and others made from nothing... best of all are the friendships discovered and forged over these years of fabrication. When I dust off the Hiawatha this spring, that's what I'll be thinking about... you and Curtis Fox and Dan the Tinsmith and even Bailey hopeful with his ball, waiting at the shop door. It's all good, my friend. Summer's coming! Gentlemen, start your engines...
SB