Dean Evans

I did the funnest thing I ever did on Sunday. I marched in a pink parade in my dinky pinkies, hard hat, and kraftwerk shades. I was like a depeche mode. We were all our own personal jesus'. But afterwards people kept saying I went extra eraser head. And I felt embarassed. But I guess that's what this cock is for. Then I almost died from being so tired but I ate a double char burger and scraped the spf 70 off my freckles. - I fly down the highway, late at night on my red racer, still glowing and ears ringing from the fuckfest. There was a special titty moment, when I was standing ontop the creepin wrangler, wigglin my worm and winking my hole, when MJ kept coming on. And for a second I felt him. I know that I did. In front of all those people, giving them spurting gushes of my white hot love. I tasted his soulful coconut milk in my throat. And I teared up a little when he whispered from heaven to me "mama say mama sah mama kooh sah". I think maybe some peoples insides are so big that it tears their outside to pieces in front of judging eyes. And the judges laugh, because they can't sing.

I'm in there somewhere


On friday I will go on my longest journey yet on my red racer to go see Mimes in the woods. But not alone. My motorcycle gang has grown.

I'm working on a new show with Second City called Reverie. It's a non-verbal show. The cast is magnificent. They are really funny and I like working with them. There is allot going on in this show. If I can remember all of the stuff I am supposed to do, I think it might just be really wonderful. I feel fortunate that I get to work with Second City again. I'm looking forward to performing in Montreal.

I'm also looking forward to going to Maine for two weeks in August. I have allot of new energy and motivation to pump into making some new clown work. I'm sure when I come back I'll have developed some stuff to share.

I have this piece in the Second City show that is rather clowny. I'll most likely develop it as a solo piece.

I'm marching in a parade tomorrow, because we couldn't get a pony. I got some dinky pinkies and a weather baloon.

Now that all of that crap is out of the way:
Observations:
Hesitation when accelerating from idle after engine is warm
Black plugs

Diagnosis:
You think it was running rich. Adjusted the air screws to lean it out. Didn't work. It just ran lean.
I think their might be something wrong with the choke.

Procedures done this week:
Set timing
Re synced Carbs
Adjusted tappet gaps

Setting timing is supposedly hard. But I found it to be quite simple. I might even get a cheap timing light from Ebay.

I also stripped a crucial screw which required a trip to Sears to get a screw extractor. Then a trip to O'Reilly's to get a new screw.

Continuing problems:
Hesitates after warming up, still. Please don't tell me I have to put the needles down a slot.
Other than that. It runs great. We'll see what the boys and sohc.net say.

I finally know why I'm bitter about Facebook.

Facebook used to be this cool thing that just me and my friends used. So we would goof off, and be dorks, tell dirty jokes, cuss allot, and drink beers we stole from the garage. Then the marching band kids starting hanging out there. And I stuck around for awhile. Even though they wanted to play lame games and didn't cuss. But then they starting bringing their friends. And their friends starting bringing their parents and an undercover cop named Ted. Then my parents showed up with some home schooled kids, the "slow" girl from Sunday school, and my prego cousin with the turd butt. And that was it for all the goofing off and uncensored idiot joking. Remember when my status used to say shit like "Dean Evans is eatin' pussy out"? And it was true. But now I gotta watch myself. And why? Because nerds cry, loud.
The same thing happened for friendster, sparkmatch, myspace, the Subway by Riverside Drive, and Rodney Crouse's basement. The bad kids are always on the move. The neglectos, with skin mags tucked into their jackets, and boners in their acid washed jeans. Right now we're in limbo waiting for the next place. Something tells me it's not going to be goodreads. I'll cum all over that fucking place. Quit following us around, NERDS!

And now I don't even feel right cussin' on my blog. This sacred ground has been salted. Maybe that's why I never write on here anymore.

After I put on the new gas tank I starting having a problem. After riding for about 20 minutes or so the bike would act like it wasn't getting any gas. I would lose power and it would stall. It would only start after resting a while. Then I learned I could start it if I put the choke back on and revved it. Basically I was forcing gas back into the bowls and it would run good until that ran out again.
I posted on sohc.net and got some great tips. At first I thought it was a clogged gas cap causing a vacuum in the tank. So I rode it and popped the gas cap every now and then. Not a good idea while moving. I don't think that solved the issue. I then removed the tank and ran a bunch of fuel out of the petcock with the cap closed and it flowed out fine. I was worried maybe the fuel filter was clogged or that I goofed it when I switched it from the old tank.

So then I ended up taking off my whole carburetor. And it looks like I'm gonna rebuild it. I got a rebuild kit. Although it looks like all the floats and jets are perfect. I might just replace the o-rings and clean up the carbs real good. I do need a new air filter. I ordered one.
I also beat up my airbox pretty bad when I took it off the bike. I'll need a little glue to fix that. I have no idea how to get the air box on and off with out twisting it around.

I'm also replacing the filter and o-ring in the petcock and the gas cap just to be sure.

Everything I do on the bike I'm doing for the first time. So sometimes I fuck things up. Took me 30 minutes to figure out how to get the throttle cable off. Thank god for the Honda General Service Manuals I downloaded in PDF form.

So here I am rebuilding my carbs for the first time. I hope I can get it back on the bike and get everything running nicely by this weekend. I'm doing a full tune up on my own.

I want to ride my motorcycle to clown school in Maine this summer.

I'm defiantly not cafe racer-ing the bike out. But I'm not necessarily restoring it to OEM stock either. I'm somewhere in the middle.

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I meant Thursday at eight.
I'll give you a hint: