Tire patching way back when

Speaking of bikes. Anyone ever take your bike apart to paint it and put it together and have parts left over but it still worked?
Heck, I've done that with a lot of things. Just proves engineers put in extra parts just to increase the price.

Once rebuilt a Honda 350 CB. I had some parts left over from the seal kit. I was so worried I had missed something way deep inside I went back to the Honda shop. The counter guy (he must have seen this before) just turned the cardboard over and showed me on the back where it listed the models the kit would fit.

You know, if I go out to my garage and dig deep enough through my coffee cans I could probably find those o-rings.
 
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From a SoCal kid. What are these arctic overshoes of which you speak. Wonder bread I know, they baked that less than a mile from my house growing up. Kind of nice to wake up at night to the scent of fresh bread baking.
I live downwind of a lay's potato chip factory. For a year as a kid we lived too close to a rendering plant, for dogfood, which supposedly added roadkill the sherrif and hiway patrol brought in. Another couple years were spent within scent-cloud range of a different dogfood plant, which boiled a lot of potato. One of the places i haul trailers to and from, is a beefplant. One gateguard hadent got used to it yet, and was having a hard time; "dosent that get just to you?!?" Well, i says, dad would say smells just like home, and why i joined the navy". He grew up on a dairy.
 
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My dad changed a lot of tires of all kinds from bicycle tires to Euclid and pan tires. He used hot patches frequently.
I can remember him changing split rims and cringing as he did it. My cousin Lenny took the tips off of fingers on both hands and peeled his forehead up to the middle of the top of his head when a split rim let loose.
No thanks!!
Dad taught me how to change "split rims", which are not the splitwheels many people confuse them with, on my old ihc pickup. Never a problem.
 
Depends on the diameter of the "bolt". Though it was probably just a small screw. Service writers generally have the mechanical knowledge of a gerbil.
The most interesting thing i found in my cartire was a golf tee, the wood was just porous enough to slowleak, the tire guy said. In my frightliner, it was a trailerhitch crosspin some pickup had lost. the tire idiots couldnt remove it, i told him spray water on it, both sides. They looked at me like i was the idiot, and eventually tried it, after twisting it (they still insisted it was a large fence-hinge bolt) a coupla times, it pulled right out. They couldnt figure how it lost the threads, until l pointed out the cotterpin hole on the end. Dont know how some old coots get as old as they do. I kept the pin, they swapped out the tire, and continued the deliveries. Is the air really that thin in colorado?
 
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I remember as a kid when fireman at a grade school fire prevention assembly, showed us kids how to use moms hair spray and a match to make a cool torch.

Yeah !!!

Got home from school and started torching ant colonies with moms hair spray . :cool:
At band camp I learned Right Guard was really cool that way to.
 
As you can see the hinge of the buckles is just a glued on piece of rubber. When one of the buckles come loose they can be attached like new using an inner tube patch kit.

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Dad taught me how to change "split rims", which are not the splitwheels many people confuse them with, on my old ihc pickup. Never a problem.
We had Ford F Series trucks with 5 hole Budd wheels and International Harvester K Series trucks with spoke wheels. I never liked breaking those wheels down to change a tire.
 
My Dad told me that my grandfather taught him to do it so the patch would stick on the Model A Fords tires tubes. He says he remembers as a kid his Dad having to patch tires 2 or 3 times every trip to and from his grandparents' farm. He said it took 2 to 3 hours to drive the 50 miles one way.
 
I remember patching tires as a kid with rubber cement and a chunk of rubber. We always lit the glue on fire. Was there a real reason for that, or just the cool factor as a kid?
The heat was to vulcanize the patch/tire joint.
 
So unpopular were the overshoes that I would leave them on the school bus or stash them in my locker. The horror that might ensue if a member of the opposite sex saw another 7th grader wearing them was a fate worse than death. Some more modern kids had the new cool insulated green " pack boots or packs".
 
The problem with today's "overlanders" is they can't change a tire (they will actually call a tow truck). Dismount a tire, repair it and remount it is so far beyond their capabilities it might as well be brain surgery.
I got away from changing tires about the same time I hit about 75. Triple A now has my business and having used them a few times it's well worth the $$ spent.
 
I live downwind of a lay's potato chip factory. For a year as a kid we lived too close to a rendering plant, for dogfood, which supposedly added roadkill the sherrif and hiway patrol brought in. Another couple years were spent within scent-cloud range of a different dogfood plant, which boiled a lot of potato. One of the places i haul trailers to and from, is a beefplant. One gateguard hadent got used to it yet, and was having a hard time; "dosent that get just to you?!?" Well, i says, dad would say smells just like home, and why i joined the navy". He grew up on a dairy.
What's wrong with growing up on a dairy farm?
 
When they start pumping the liquid manure from the holding tanks and spreading it on the fields the smell is a little intense.
Never bothered me as a kid. I guess so many folks these days are so divorced from where their food comes from they just don't understand.
In fifth or sixth grade we went on a field trip to Farmer John. Some parents freaked and wouldn't let their kids go. Since I had already participated in butchering veal calves (actual veal not the manufactured stuff of today), and yearling bull calves I was sort of hoping they'd let us help. No such luck. In fact they never let us anywhere near the kill floor. Just the cooking and packaging.
 
You could still do it, you choose not to because you dont want to do it, not because you cant figure how
No, I chose to because I am physically unable, though it's really none of your business. What I would like to do and what I can do are a little different. You have no idea of what my abilities are or were, however you did increase your post count.
 
No, I chose to because I am physically unable, though it's really none of your business. What I would like to do and what I can do are a little different. You have no idea of what my abilities are or were, however you did increase your post count.
Attempt at compliment rejected. Guess i'll give up on that for the day, unless anybody else would like one?
 
It's called Vulcanizing...heating of rubber to make it stronger and harder...used in the tires but not so much in the tube....
 

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