Been hearing a lot of chatter about Stanley Miller, super cool old-timer who recently hit a deer on his '36 Knuckle. I met Stanley on the LoneStar River Run last October and the guy is about as biker as it gets.
My intake manifold was leaking on the run, screaming at me when I didn't have a set of ball-end allens to get to the bolts. When I got back to the campsite that night, Stanley ordered me to get my bike down by the lighted campsite, so I did. He went to work on it right away, I didn't say a thing. Sometimes it's better to shut up and let the old guys do their thing.
He leaned my bike up against his knees with a spotlight behind him and got it tightened up. It wasn't a crazy fix, or a hard one, but the guy wanted to help. It seemed like an addiction to wrenching.
With it tightened up, I hit an Auto Zone first thing the next day to make new gaskets and install them before heading across the State of Texas.
Like I said, he's the raw deal and I hope he gets better soon. Word is, he's coming along pretty well.
If anyone reading this happens to see him, send him my best, he'll remember from the LSRR -
2 months ago