No "bubba" here. As soon as I arrived at the welding shop, I spied this man who looked to be in his 60's and had no business at a welding shop unless he was the guy who ran it. He looked sage indeed and he garnered my trust almost immediately.
When we were removing the bearing, I was holding the tail of the swingarm where the tire mounts. He's pounding on this thing with his hammer and chisel with no more than a pair of eyeglasses. I had nothing, so every time he took a hammer stroke, I closed my eyes tight in case anything went flying. In the course of my career with metal, I've been hit in the face about four times and twice my safety glasses saved my eyes.
Nothing came out except the bearing and that was the plan. Let's just hope that was the clunking noise I heard right before I got back into town last week. I've been having nightmares that it's my transmission....

Jon


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