“What smells like that?” The hold ruffles the nose. “Old fuel and phosphoric acid, I have to make a tank.” “So… she looks at the little thing. “But it’s small, who owns it?” “A friend… don’t you know.” It promises to be a contemplative Saturday night. In the workshop it’s chubby warm, cold outside. The new door is much better isolated than the old window. After I spend the last nights at Stuttgarter Bahnhof around the I finally take time for the tank of Silkes Suzuki GT 50 project, as I promised her. Silke put a tank, a petrol tap and the small carburetor of the GT 50 into my hands with confidence. Now it is necessary to justify this trust. Inventory: The tank is mercilessly rusted inside, glued on the outside with 30 year old metal foils and has two decent dents on the right side, moreover it is surrounded by the stubs. The right bottom edge is also hit and rusty. The gas tap is soaked, the tank cap is extremely crusty and the filter screen in the tank probably didn’t let through any rust broth anymore. So let’s go. I’ll show you the pictures (Unfortunately I’m not as good a photographer as Silke – Hello Silke… ) then we’ll go straight on… if you’re interested…