It's a mustache kinda day

Upon rising this morning I was immediately hit by the feeling and wedgied by an emotion (which hurt thanks for asking) that it was going to be a mustache kinda day.

This lack of mustache is a painful issue for me, from birth until 15 years old I tried day and night to grow a mustache. After 15 years of trying I came to the realisation I've been cursed with genetics that preclude my ability to grow a mustache that looks acceptable in a mustache orientated society.
 
All good ye olde timey bikey have a bikestache. We had three options for our bikestache. Each one slightly different to the next.

The three types we were deciding between (as close as I can tell) was the connoisseur, gringo and business man. My preferred type was the connoisseur.

Now you would think that a bike should grow it's bikestache naturally but mine was naturally hairless of course leaving me distressed, upset and a little sleepy. Now to clarify I wasn't crying I had just cut an onion.

So Brett realising I was bawling my eyes out over my hairless paradox took pity on me helped create a bikstache. Starting with a straight tapered bar made of some kind of metal.

We then cut it in half.

We then got the pipe bender out and started bending the bikestaches. At this point we really could have done with a bending unit.

The machine was surprisingly hard solid work although Daryl was moving so fast he was blurring.

After a couple of bends we got the bikestaches looking like this.

Which then meant we 'had to' do the hilarious pretend mustache. As you can see Daryl didn't need these artificial mustache extensions.

However I did .

Obviously this is the closest I'm going to get to facial hair *sob* *It's just dust in my eye*.

The other exciting thing for the evening. Well some might say this will be the first exciting thing, as frankly that last part was as dull as reading last weeks post.

We released the fires of mordor to do some brazing to join the front wheel.

Brazing you use a metal that burns at a lower temperature to essentially glue the pieces together. In fact a lot of rims now are actually glued together but they require more specialist equipment and some form of accuracy. This was Brett brazing my big rim. (no jokes thank you it's a serious and mostly kinda family friendly blog)

First you prepare the surface with some stuff called 'something'. Then you heat the area and put the brass (in this case) around the joint and into the joint to make it nice and strong.

You then end up with a rim that's nice and strong which I forgot to photo but here is what it looked like.

You'll notice that spongebob has no mustache though but he can grow one....

damn genetics.