As with women, it is best to start at the top; I didn't. Try WD 40 to soften the tape and then, as carefully as you would shave your grandmother, work the tape off with a single edge razor blade. Bagging a horn tank button should be easy. The rich kid in our town had his Black Phantom put into the local river. No matter how often I have apologized over the last sixty-five years, he still, will not come to our high school class reunions that I organize. He will not even provide me with his address. I have four Phantoms and he won't take any one of them, kiss, and make up. One classmate (who watched me do the dirty deed in 1955) said," Give me one and you can dump it in river". My wife answered for me, "Dump them all". She's wicked, but she is (figuratively) sitting on the pile of my Use-to-bes. In CABE language, she is the babe that got stuck looking at my dripping, hind-quarters each morning, while I make myself pink and pretty.
It is painful for me to view that empty front hub so send me a PM or private message (with your address) and I will send you parts to fill it-- free. I happen to be heavy on them and I never sell anything. I loved college but--at graduation--my poverty started to end.
We Boomers get bathed in a warm glow and sparkles , when we meet young Wippersnapers who are taking an interest in our American Gold . What do you think you are doing, getting your hands dirty, while not having your flatened nose pressed on a cell phone screen?
You need to get "woken". Soon, all of this rolling rust will be yours so you should try on "Bloomberg", as a last name. He is the Geezer who took his wallet to a knife fight in the Vegas debate.
Sorry, I hear the Babe waking up and in need of her morning refreshment. I love retirement and chrome.