As I face some fairly significant life changes down the road, I’ve decided to start selling off much of my stash of parts. I pulled out everything I’d stored in the crawlspace. It’s a pretty big pile.
While assessing which parts still served a purpose and which didn’t, I decided to loosely assemble the RetroBlaster chassis one last time, partially as an organizing tool, but mostly for posterity. (I grabbed the wrong swingarm, but no big whoop.) I decided that the Yamaha Venture wheels are still totally cool and I do like the idea of a fat-tired, solo-seat bobber. But that KTM GS80 frame? Wow, it just looked like…ass.
However, a week later I hadn’t gotten around to dismantling the pieces of the Retroblaster, and I’d spent some time just standing and staring at it. Despite my initial reaction, the silly thing was worming its way back into my affections. So I bought a $30 Chinese solo seat in genuine artificial alligator-texture vinyl (maximum kitsch at minimum cost!). After it arrived, I bent up a scrap piece of steel strap to position it on the bike.
And, to quote Rick and Morty, “You son of a bitch, I’m in.” At this point, it really does seem too cool to part out.
