Th' shed can no'l old er capt'n

Gotta begin somewhere.. On the seach for as many bits as we could find.

It seems that my unwritten rule is never turn down a good project. Especially when in the guise of a 1936 Royal Enfield motercycle. My shed now has very limited standing space now and the benches have disapeared under a sea of Holden and bike parts. It's getting scary to go in there at night in case some creature has morphed out of the rusty steel and mixed hydrocarbons.

The Enfield came from the father-in laws out at Ivanhoe and there is still some hunting of parts to be done through the red dust on the ground of the old sheds for extra bits. At this stage restoration has involved coating everything with a liberal splash of WD40 and finding out more on what type of bike Im really dealing with here. The engine turns over, the gearbox is free... there is even the hint of compression.... who knows...

More at a (much?) later date. ....

The piling of parts and stocktake of what we need within the inner sanctum that is 'the shed'.

...and here is one I have prepared earlier..... Nup, no such luck... This is what may lurk benieth the oil, rust and congealed dirt after a bit of $$$ and some heavy duty elbow grease.