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S&S – Behind the Scenes

David “Englishman” Gregory

 

 

 

While I was communicating with James Simonelli  (Communications & Events Manager at S&S) earlier in the year about the crankcases for my Shovel engine rebuild, he mentioned that we should try and get out to the factory this year and check the place out. This sounded like a great idea to me, so Hammer and I made plans to go visit the S&S plant out in deepest cheddarhead land a few weeks after the Smoke Out VI. I live in Ludington, MI. It’s basically a tourist town on the west coast of the state, every year about this time I see hoards of bikes come through town to get on the “SS Badger”, it’s a car ferry that runs twice daily from Ludington over to Manitowoc in Wisconsin. From my perspective, it’s a good option when compared to riding through the Chicago area, or going up across the Mackinac bridge and through the upper peninsula, beautiful county to be sure, but a long detour and all the fun of suicidal deer leaping out at you on highway 2. So four hours of sitting around on the ship cut out ten hours of riding. Another problem being time, I could only get one day off work.

The Plan involved Hammer putting his Shovelhead in the back of his truck, driving it to Ludington, then we could put his truck and my bike on the boat, get to the other side, offload the bike and have Trina follow us, hauling all the essential supplies such as cameras, laptops etc. etc. I made the reservations for the boat, but a day before we were supposed to leave Hammer realized he wouldn’t have the latest issue finished in time, a couple of important articles were arriving late and it had to be done. The magazine comes first, but I was still determined to go. I wanted to ride, but there’s no way of taking the needed equipment on my bike. I tried test fitting a set of saddlebags on it, but every configuration seemed to have a major problem. Since we already had a vehicle booked on the ship, it seemed logical to have Trina just follow me in the family car. We were due at the plant on the Friday, so I worked all day and we showed up for the 8 o’clock sailing at the ferry. The employees of Lake Michigan Car Ferry load vehicles onto the ferry, however the motorcycles have to be loaded by their owners for obvious reasons (I’d like to see one of those kids foot clutching my shovel into the load area). After I managed to get the shovel secured (you have to bring two tie downs) we settled down for the voyage across the big lake.

We arrived in Manitowoc around midnight (eastern time), normally for these trips, I would use hotwire.com to book a hotel in advance for the evening, but I had no idea how far I wanted to ride once we got to the other side, we had to be in Viola (where the S&S manufacturing takes place) in the morning, it was about 200 miles from Manitowoc, and I would have liked to get a head start before stopping for the night. I figured I could at least hit Appleton, about an hour from Manitowoc. After waiting for the car to be driven off the boat, we set out westward. Damn it was dark! Not only that, raindrops were starting to pelt me in the face. “Screw this,” I thought, we stopped at the first motel we came across but hey, it was full. Seemed odd for a Thursday evening, so I stopped for gas at a Quickie Mart and asked where any local motels were hiding. The clerk informed me that my timing was perfect, the EAA (Experimental Aircraft Association) were having their annual get-together and had clogged every hotel/motel in the east side of the state. This was great news! We pressed on toward Appleton, hoping the bigger city would have somewhere to stay. By now the raindrops had become a full force downpour, the icy finger of discomfort headed down my back as the roostertail of spray from the front wheel made visibility in the dark shall we say.. difficult.

We pulled into the first motel we saw, the bike died as soon as I put my foot on the clutch. Since I put the Goodson aluminum cap on the magneto, whenever it rains the bike runs like shit at lower rpm, I suspect moisture is allowing the spark to track under the boot to the cap.

Anyhow, the hotel was full, but the lady behind the desk at least offered to call around the other places in town to see if there were any vacancies. She found one, clear across town of course. She gave us directions through the middle of downtown; they said they’d hold the room for 15 minutes. I squished back out to the bike, and proceeded to kick my brains out for five of those minutes. It fired up on one cylinder and we headed out, as soon as the rpm got high enough it kicked into both cylinders, which makes for interesting riding downtown, in the rain, with every intersection having the traffic signals blinking red… and still raining.

We finally arrived at the hotel with the vacancy, the bike died again and I coasted into the parking lot, went in, registered and thankfully peeled the wet stuff off (my leather jacket must have weighed 40 pounds!) and crawled into bed for a couple of hours.

The alarm clock went off way too early (or so it seemed) and we stumbled out of the oh-so-comfortable king sized bed back outside. The sun was shining, the birds were singing and there was really no evidence that it had even rained the night before. Until I looked at the bike that is, it was FILTHY. The headlight was totally obscured with mud; you couldn’t tell the rocker nuts were brass.

The Shovel took a little ‘persuasion’ to get going, and I had the extreme pleasure of putting my still very wet leather jacket back on before hitting the road. My plan was to take highway 21 over to Tomah, then 131 south to Viola, seemed simple enough from the map. The ride across the state was fairly uneventful, the weather was warming up and I was finally able to lose the (now dry) leather about halfway across. I did get one wake up call, 21 is mostly a two lane road, there was a dump truck stopped in the oncoming lane, waiting to make a left turn, a Peterbilt pulling a flatbed evidently didn’t see the stopped dump truck until the last second and swerved into the other (my) lane and locked up the empty trailer, swinging it across to my side even more. If I had been in a car it would have nailed me, luckily I was able to get over enough to miss the potential carnage and keep going, fortunately Trina was farther back than usual, and able to avoid the melee as well.

Naturally, I missed the 131 turnoff in Tomah and had to double back from Sparta, but I do have to say that once I got to 131, I loved it! It’s a great twisty road, not too many people clogging it up or anything, just a joy to blast along and worth the trip for that alone.

We finally arrived in the huge metropolis of Viola and headed out to the S&S ranch just outside of town.

 


At first glance, the S&S manufacturing complex in Viola, WI seems like an unlikely place for such a facility. Viola is a rural village in the extreme, one gas station, one bar and one horse. The S&S ‘ranch’ is even farther out in the boonies west of town on County Highway G, but when you consider it all started as a family concern, and indeed continues as one today, it makes sense. As many of you know, George Smith and Stanley Stankos went into partnership in 1958 in Blue Island, Illinois creating the company known as S&S, they were knocking out high performance alloy pushrods for 61” and 74” big twins. A year later they started producing stroker flywheels for those bikes and have never looked back since. The same year George Smith bought out Mr. Stankos but remained as S&S as George was running the company with his wife Marjorie Smith (her maiden name was Smith also). George and Marjorie often vacationed in the Kickapoo Valley area, and moved to Viola in 1969. You can tell the original farmhouse, as it seems much as it was 36 years ago, but the rest of the facility has definitely been upgraded.

We met with James Simonelli in the offices, and after the usual pleasantries, he took us around on the tour.

There seems to be some newly emptied space in the Viola facility, most of the offices and several departments have transferred to the new plant in Lacrosse, more on that later.

One of the first things I picked up on here is the pride that they all seem to have in their work, which seems to me to be well placed!  The whole operation defines “Made in the USA” and incredible attention is paid to quality. I was snapping pictures of pallets of raw castings for parts, I don’t know why but they just fascinate me. About the only thing not done here is the pouring of the castings, other than that, everything that makes it a desirable part of your motorcycle is done right here! There were unfinished shovel heads, cylinders, timing covers, tappet blocks etc. as well as examples of partially finished pieces farther down the line, all interesting stuff!



It’s not all cast iron and aluminum of course, there was a box full of billet chunks that will become timing covers. The interesting thing to me was that they are actually extruded in the shape they need to be, or at least close. This cuts down on the amount of waste material when they are machined, and that helps keep costs down. Many operations take place in computer-controlled cabinets, allowing strict tolerances to be observed. Some operations just have to be done by hand, and the plant is populated by smiling employees (well, mostly) doing everything from mundane hole drilling in crankcases (one of which they allowed me to drill,
I thought for a moment it would be cool to keep track of that case and see who got it and in what kind of a bike it ended up in, but then again, knowing my luck it would be some gawdawful swoopy billet monster) to the rather specialized operations, such as setting the crankshafts up. They set the cranks to within one half of a thousandth of an inch runout on each side. They also have these way cool crank balancing setups, they look like a complicated computer controlled lathe, they set the crank and rods in the machine, and it spins the assembly, and gives a readout of the current balance factor, and you can have the machine do everything for you, kick ass!



Then it was on to the engine-building phase. It was a little more intimate than I had pictured.

There were five or six guys building them along a corner of the plant, about half of them looked like “bikers”, the others like regular folks. They weren’t rushing their work, just methodically assembling the engine, taking notes on the individual build sheets that follow the engine around, containing such info as flywheel serial #, what bob weights were used, how much endplay there is etc. To be sure they were doing the work a WHOLE lot faster than I could, but if that’s all you do every day I can imagine you would get good. Once again the pride in the work was evident, this stuff is good, folks. We followed the engine building line right to where they wrap it up and put it in the box for shipping.

Then it was on to the museum, several bikes are there representing various achievements, mainly on the track, couple of neat old pieces from the early S&S catalog also, such as their dual-carb panhead conversion that appeared in 1960.

Then it was off to the R&D department, I was impressed with a cool toy they have there. They can make a three dimensional drawing of a piece- let’s say a cylinder head- and then it can make a hard plastic version of whatever they have drawn. Inserts can be added so they can bolt down rocker boxes and put in valves if necessary. This allows them to easily test new designs, to see if they will fit, and even get accurate flow numbers from prototypes!  Just about any part can be knocked out this way to see if it will work, there were dozens of inlet manifolds around; I have to wonder why they would use other colors than gray though! The R&D department do their job well though, it’s no accident when you buy a new super E carb for an 80 inch shovel, that the jetting is pretty damn close and you can usually just bolt it on and go.

At the top of the hill at the plant, we were shown the ‘endurance machine’, this contraption has an S&S V-Twin hooked to a transmission that drives a couple of big squirrel cages for airflow, there’s copious amounts of gas and oil available and it basically sits there and runs at high RPM for days, racking up the equivalent of a hundred thousand miles in a short time. They say it’s pretty unusual for an engine to fail during this test (unless they are doing an oil starvation test or something) and they can break the engines down after testing to see what gets worn the most, and what can be done to improve that area.

A lot of the Twin Cam improvements have found their way into the S&S engines, the cranks are all notched now for the newer IST (Intelligent Spark Technology) timing, the cooling jets for the pistons etc. improvements are always being made. We also got to spend a few minutes with the guys who put the advertisements together, again I was impressed with the attitude these people have, and was sorta surprised that we all seemed to share the same taste in bikes. You would have thought that the suppliers for Arlen Ness, Big Dog et al would be more biased to, let’s say, more “modern” designs.

Then it was time for the 55-mile ride the Lacrosse to the new plant. It was a little later in the day, so there was more traffic out and about. I probably could have made some good time, but I didn’t want to lose Trina following me so I had to behave.

Lacrosse looks like any other town of its size, which is fairly large, certainly seems pleasant enough, and we were soon in the industrial-looking park where S&S resides.

There’s basically two buildings involved here, one side deals with all the shipping and receiving/warehouse duties, and the other is now the corporate offices and customer training and certification center.

We checked out the warehouse first, racks of engines, carburetors, cylinders and everything else lined the walkways. They have a way cool carousel for small parts, coupled with a elevating work station for pulling small parts that is computer controlled, looked like fun. 

They now do all the shipping from this building, and there’s still plenty of space in there. They have a powdercoat conveyor line being set up in there also for future fun.

Over in the other building, the CEO Brett Smith greeted us, and we got to meet most of the other corporate bigwigs, most of who seemed to share in the pride of the factory workers and have that whole ‘team’ mentality, which in this case seems to be working. Even Howard Kelly, the former editor of “Hot Bike” seems to be happy there, he just finished up putting together a service manual for the Super Sidewinder series of engines. He did a good job (really!).

My incredible sense of timing continued, the floors were being recoated in the training centers. I did get to see most of it; there were more MAC tools than a Monster Garage Marathon, Dynamometers and a bunch of other goodies at their disposal.

Lastly, I checked out the 1953 panhead that George Smith Sr. used for a sort of rolling advertisement for his wares back in the ‘day’. The finned oil filter housing, the footpeg setup, the side fill oil tank conversion and the dual Linkert carbs were all S&S innovations in the early 60’s and of course it also was stroked out to 84 inches, quite the machine and still in great shape today.



 

It was time to hit the road, everyone was going home, Howard Kelly did his mandatory entire-length-of-the-street wheelie on his XR dirtbike that he rides to work (it was Friday after all) and I started doing the kick through routine with the shovel. Something was wrong, when I kicked through; I heard a loud ‘clunk’. This, of course was kind of worrisome, I kicked through slowly a few more time trying to identify the source of the clunking. It turned out that ‘ears had broken off the bracket that was welded to the swingarm to which the rear fender was bolted.

James Simonelli suggested that I follow him to his house and we’d find some solution to the problem. He only lived four miles away and he had a handy-dandy motorcycle lift in his garage. We cranked it up and ended up using zip ties to hold the fender in place. It held it pretty firmly, and the weight of the fender is against the swingarm anyway, so it looked as if it would hold pretty well (it’s a week later as I write this and I still have the zip ties holding it together).

We stayed the night in Tomah (didn’t want to go too far east and run into that EAA stuff again) and got a fairly early start headed east to catch the 1:05 sailing in Manitowoc. The weather was great, and the shovel ran flawlessly the whole way, I’m really happy the way the engine is loosening up now, it takes off like a scalded cat.

The voyage across the lake was as dull as the previous version, with the exception of it being daylight, so we could see the Ludington shoreline approaching. When we got off the boat, there was a couple on a Kawasaki drifter that were taking a leisurely bike ride from their home in suburban Chicago around the lake (via the ferry). The problem was; they didn’t bring any helmets with them! They were obviously immigrants from Europe, but the guy spoke pretty good English. They had been talking with some of the other bike riders on the boat, and their new “bro’s” did take the time to inform them that they had to have helmets to ride in Michigan before they abandoned them sitting there. It was after 6 on a Saturday evening, there was nowhere in town to buy a helmet so they were pretty screwed.

Trina mentioned we still had one of those black-spray-painted-previously-red-metalflake that most of you probably have in your closet, but the only other spare we had at the house was a rather pricey real DOT half helmet. We told the couple to hold tight and went home and fetched the helmets. They wanted to pay us for the helmets, but we could not bring ourselves to take anything from them, we just asked if they would mail the good helmet back to us. They readily agreed and we wearily headed home to put our feet up for a while. A few days later, we received both helmets back in a box from UPS, gotta love it!

All in all, a great trip, it’s a pity Hammer missed out on it.

I’d like to thank the guys at S&S, especially James Simonelli, who drew the short straw to baby-sit us for the day. Check out all things S&S at www.sscycle.com or 1-608-627-2080 for general info or 1-866-833-1508 for sales in the USA.