Equipping a Home Shop

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When I was 14 years old, I worked at a gas station. Folks would pull up, tell me how much gas they wanted, and I would pump away. I also washed cars, changed oil, and swapped tires, too. Those were some of the best times in my life. It was a kinder, gentler world. People seemed amused that my boyish self was so serious about doing things properly. 

However, I do remember an incident or two with the tire machine. We failed to reach a full detente prior to my retirement at 16. I never damaged a rim or hurt myself, but I still remember those moments when the tire was either going on or coming off, hoping I wouldn't have to explain to Mr. Ron how I managed to ruin a perfectly good tire. I think those moments of my mis-spent youth scarred me because I have absolutely no inclination to own a tire iron or one of the contraptions I have seen you true motorcycle men use to service your own tires!

The balance of my garage setup follows. And although it does not include tire irons, I do have two spare tires:



An impressive collection of shop towels and all the cleaning and lubricating solvents Honda ever made for the CB1100:



A six-foot rolling case containing the parts most likely to be replaced when I overestimate my riding capabilities:





And spare RLETS, because the RLET Police are monitoring my parole.



Enjoy your weekend. David