One of the fellows at work ordered up a small gas engine for a bicycle.
That is a whole subject in itself.
The bike was in the back of his van. He had gotten it from a scrap yard and identified it as a Monarch from around the mid-1930s. The pedals did not match and the tires were in shreds. The rack over the back tire was connected by a string to the seat post and I couldn’t read the head badge.
Fred, the new owner, said he was going to blast clean it with crushed walnut shells. I had never heard of such a thing. Apparently, the shells are not abrasive like sand but a bit more powdery. He promised to bring the bike by when finished or provide pictures. It should be fun to see how it ends up. I hope the walnut shells don’t hurt it too much.