We start by driving to the town of Divide, elevation 9165 feet, which claims to be 'The Center of The Known Universe' (which I, as a New Yorker, find ridiculous), to pick up parts for the Nimbus. Then Travis shows me Guffey, which with its three food places, post office and a trashy museum rightfully can be called a real town.
Three-ski sled with Lycoming 'ground power unit'. It's pretty much like the airplane engine, except it only has one magneto.
The owner of Guffey's museum has a dozen cars parked outside, tons of stuff inside, and is the man behind arrangements like 'engine cover races'. Or the above.
Back home a few test runs show that the MZ hasn't improved any. In a last-ditch attempt at figuring out what might be wrong with the exhaust, we cut it open with an angle grinder. And find nothing to be concerned about there, which of course is nice - except the problem then must be some other mysterious thing.
While searching for something in Travis' workshop, I notice a small H-D Hummer v-twin of sorts.
We drive past Nipple Mountain (officially McIntyre Mt.) to Cripple Creek for dinner in one of the city's many casinos. The main street looks nice and quaint with mostly old original facades, and inside they all look like a redneck version of Las Vegas. Cripple Creek was a mining town, and even if it has been civilized over the decades, some aspects of it remains the same.
Main Street in Cripple Creek. Thursday evening is not really the big night out here.
America's love affair with large, brutish looking V8 pickups remains undiminished.
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