Okay, have to rant a bit. I’ll get back to Lola soon, as I’ve been up to much. But until then, I’ve got to tell you, it doesn’t matter what your hobby or interest. Once you have a public arena where people can rant anonymously, the mud starts to sling. Scootering is no exception. Really aggravates me, although I know it shouldn’t. But seriously guys, can’t there be just ONE common-interest hobby that can keep the politics and backstabbing out?
I guess not.
Okay, on to some of my recent Lola stuff. I’ve been reading that using 100LL gas (same that piston airplanes run on) is actually better because of two things. First, it’s a higher octane. Much like was available in the 50’s. Second, it contains no ethanol, which sucks the life out of gas if it sits too long. So, ran to Northern Tool and acquired a nice new 5 gallon gas can and then proceeded to the local helicopter field, where they happen to sell 100LL. It’s about $.50 more per gallon, but I figure it’s worth it.
Well, next, I will tell you all about the huge Dallas Rockers -vs- Mods scooter and cafe motorcycle rally that I attended this month. Oh wait! No I didn’t. Because Lola crapped out on me. AGAIN. First, it wouldn’t start. Turned over just fine, but no spark. I have a feeling that my HT coil is fried. Unscrewed the spark, plugged the HT coil onto it and tried the spark against the piston trick. Nada. Okay, so probably not getting a spark. Fine. I’ll just order a new one. Then, I went to just turn it over one last time after re-connecting the spark and ….wait for it…… zippo. The electric starter won’t even engage. Plenty of juice. 12.49V at the starter. So, I probably fried the starter now, by turning it over too much.
It’s hidden under the floorboard, but it’s there on the bottom right….
Engine compartment of my 1957 Lambretta LDA 150 AVV with the electric starter, which is hidden below that red battery cable along the right hand side, just below the leg shield.
I’ll tell you, there are days when I absolutely love this machine and then there are days I sit and wonder what it will take for me to get it to the city dump and call it quits. But, I’m not a quitter. So, I will trudge on and get this damn machine running. If it kills me…..
A friend may be coming out to Dallas to rescue me. More on that later. For now, she sits where she is.
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