Mostly excuses, the only good reason was that I was out of town for a week of that time.
Been reluctant to go out scouting for shops 'cause the Jeep's been acting contrary and I wasn't into pushing my luck but today I went out to find one of the shops that Kathy's friend recommended. I didn't go to the one she felt might be most likely to help, because I didn't exactly remember where it was, and I had a good idea about where the other one was.
Anyway I pull up in the parking lot of "Badd Attitude Custom Motorcycle Shop" and am greeted by a guy in dusty khakis and a white v-neck t-shirt sitting on a "hover-round" in the doorway. I tell him my problem and ask if he can help and he tells me he's just hanging out and I should go inside and talk to the guy in the office.
The guy inside looks more like he belongs; t-shirt with the sleeves cut off, dew rag with skulls, leather vest, long goatee, and ear rings. You know.
I tell him a friend said he might do some machine work on a motor-cycle engine (she said he'd work on anything) and he wants to know what it is and what I want done.
When he hears I might want the cylinders bored on a 34 year old Honda, he says, "You need to go see Rick C."
"Is that the same Rick C. that used to work at General?" I ask.
"You know him?"
"Used to know him pretty well" I say, "haven't seen him in years though, he still in that log cabin?"
[his wife once gave me a bunch of biddies that turned out to be mostly roosters]
"No he's up the road a bit from there now."
After several futile attempts to tell me where he's moved to, he draws me a map and sends me on my way.

So up the road I go. I see what I figure must be the big long building (cause it's pretty long). Then I count the next four houses (trailers count as houses right?) but I don't see the "two 9-1-1 signs". I drive until I'm sure that I've gone too far...though I doubt that the map is to scale...and turn around. So now the "two 9-1-1 signs" should be the first thing I come to.
Now I've driven this road many times and I honestly can say I've never noticed any "9-1-1 signs". (Problem is I just didn't know what a "9-1-1 sign" was.) So...what am I missing? Is it possible that those refflective signs with house numbers on them that the Boy Scouts and some churches sell for fund raisers are "9-1-1 signs" because they help emergency vehicles find you...
One more time big building, 4 houses, 2 address signs on the same post, turn there.
There's the shop, 2 bay cinderblock building '65 Toyota on blocks, '75 Ford Ranger, and a big ol' Chevy pick-up all just sorta stranded around outside. There's the house, ring the bell...no answer. Look in the window...house is empty. Oh well, so close.
On the way out I stop at the shop which appears closed up and is very quiet. On the side door there is a note held on with a magnet that is turned so the writing "Be Right Back" is not visible. Try the knob it opens.
Right inside the door is a pile of crankshafts about waist-high and about 6 feet long. Engine blocks everywhere, must be 40 of them. Back in the back, behind a drill press is Rick C.
"You look familiar," he says.
I told him who I was and we gabbed for a while about who we used to like and who we thought sucked and then he asked me how I found him and why was I there.
He said he could bore anything I wanted but he checked and didn't have specs for anything that old. I told him I had the specs but the book was at home. He asked if I had brought the cylinders and pistons, said he'd look at them.
In his opinion the cylinders looked good. He mic-ed cylinders and pistons and said the clearances were good. He wrote the measurements down so I could check against the specs (pistons were right on for standard bore.) He checked end clearance and said I needed new rings and said if I really wanted to I could get a hone and run it through the cylinders, but he said he didn't recommend boring the cylinders because they looked pretty good to him and if I did then I'd just have to find that many more parts and he reckoned parts were probably hard to find for that model.We talked a little longer and I left feeling happier and $$ ahead.