Mumbo Jumbo
I refilled my torqulator spindle reservoir and adjusted my flux capacitor until I got equlibrium in my muffler bearings too, but nothing helps.
Pulling an engine
How to pull an engine with no jack, only scraps of lumber, a metric socket set, and only a 7 year old as a helper.
My 7 year old son and I pulled the engine ourselves yesterday afternoon. Our procedures would be a little different, since our plan was to disassemble the engine anyway.
Rear wheel, tank, exhaust, seat, battery, radiator, thermostat, side covers, carburetors were all removed prior to beginning the project.
- Support the engine with a stack of scrap 2x4s.
- Lift the bike by the rear of the frame when inserting that last block of wood, so that the engine.is "up on blocks".
- Remove the engine bolts that mount engine to the frame
- Follow the Honda manual for removing the rear head. This is easier with the engine floating (not connected to frame) because the bolts that secure the head to the block do no clear the frame. You have to tip the engine slightly (or tip the frame) in order to accomplish this.
- Gently tip the bike onto its left side on a scrap of 3/4 plywood. This scrap is the skid that you'll use to move the engine around the garage after it is removed.
- What would have been lifting the engine now becomes simply rotating the engine. Easy work.
- Rotate the engine about 10% counterclockwise.
- Lift the frame off the engine.
- Tip the engine to an upright position.
- Tip the frame to an upright position.
V30 Engine Pull
It's time to pull the engine out of my defunct V30 so that I can disassemble and part it out.
Any tips on pulling the engine? I have read the Honda shop manual, and it has a bare minimum of info. It says to remove the bolts, then remove the engine from the left side.
Anyone have any tips or pointers?
I was originally hoping to lift the frame off the engine while leaving the engine up on blocks. But as I sit and manipulate the engine in 3D in my brain, I don't see how that will work.
Now that I've studied matters, I'm thinking it needs to be:
Surely someone has done this and can offer some tips.
Thanks in advance.
Any tips on pulling the engine? I have read the Honda shop manual, and it has a bare minimum of info. It says to remove the bolts, then remove the engine from the left side.
Anyone have any tips or pointers?
I was originally hoping to lift the frame off the engine while leaving the engine up on blocks. But as I sit and manipulate the engine in 3D in my brain, I don't see how that will work.
Now that I've studied matters, I'm thinking it needs to be:
- remove the bolts
- tip the engine forward
- twist the engine so that the rear of it protrudes to the left of the frame, and lift it out.
Surely someone has done this and can offer some tips.
Thanks in advance.
Motorcycle Haiku
Plentiful Fall Fruits
Walnuts roll in the corners
Puckered my saddle
Lovely Autumn Leaves
So pretty, so slick when wet
Motorcyclists beware
Holiday shoppers
Intent on loved ones gifts
Motorcycles invisible
face to face we fly
insect meets the biker's eye
short life ends in sight
flying down the road
so poignant you splatted, bug
better you than me
highside wreck today
skin graft needed on my back
should have worn leathers
bike went down today
now must spend many dollars
please don't tell the wife
Autumn trees blazing
Mountain roads are delightful
Cool air, new tires, GO!
West Virginia roads
My machine runs perfectly
Pegs scrape, engine's roar
Silly cage, look out
downshift once and let 'er rip
blue-shift in my mirr'r
Cresting hills, front air
We sing in a harmony
thanks God, for the fun
Fulgent maples fire
They're lit as if from within
so lovely I weep
Working late tonight
Riding home in the darkness
Forest rats must die
Rain rain go away
I must go riding today
Blacktop beckons me out
Flicking left and right
My helmet hears my laughter
My heart fills with joy
Good God, what a rush
Strafing, flying, and laughing
Riding makes me high
Walnuts roll in the corners
Puckered my saddle
Lovely Autumn Leaves
So pretty, so slick when wet
Motorcyclists beware
Holiday shoppers
Intent on loved ones gifts
Motorcycles invisible
face to face we fly
insect meets the biker's eye
short life ends in sight
flying down the road
so poignant you splatted, bug
better you than me
highside wreck today
skin graft needed on my back
should have worn leathers
bike went down today
now must spend many dollars
please don't tell the wife
Autumn trees blazing
Mountain roads are delightful
Cool air, new tires, GO!
West Virginia roads
My machine runs perfectly
Pegs scrape, engine's roar
Silly cage, look out
downshift once and let 'er rip
blue-shift in my mirr'r
Cresting hills, front air
We sing in a harmony
thanks God, for the fun
Fulgent maples fire
They're lit as if from within
so lovely I weep
Working late tonight
Riding home in the darkness
Forest rats must die
Rain rain go away
I must go riding today
Blacktop beckons me out
Flicking left and right
My helmet hears my laughter
My heart fills with joy
Good God, what a rush
Strafing, flying, and laughing
Riding makes me high
Brake Fluid On Tire
Okay, I know what DOT 3 brake fluid will do to my paint. It dripped a little from the master cylinder banjo bolt and took the tank paint down to the undercoat.
But, now that my right front caliper is leaking, and I have a front tire and rim streaked with DOT3 I wonder, what will this do to the tire itself? Anything?
What's the best way to get the DOT3 off my Dunlops!
Yes, meanwhile, I am parking the bike and ordering replacement brake lines. Trying to justify some stainless steel brake lines in the process.
But, now that my right front caliper is leaking, and I have a front tire and rim streaked with DOT3 I wonder, what will this do to the tire itself? Anything?
What's the best way to get the DOT3 off my Dunlops!
Yes, meanwhile, I am parking the bike and ordering replacement brake lines. Trying to justify some stainless steel brake lines in the process.
The Cage
Do you know what a biker calls a car?
A cage.
Compared to riding a bike, riding in a car is like being in a cage.
Freedom versus captivity.
Bike versus car.
Do you know what a biker calls a someone who's driving a car, zoned out to the world around them?
BDC. Brain-dead cager.
A cage.
Compared to riding a bike, riding in a car is like being in a cage.
Freedom versus captivity.
Bike versus car.
Do you know what a biker calls a someone who's driving a car, zoned out to the world around them?
BDC. Brain-dead cager.
Feels So Good
Got on the bike after a 5 day hiatus. I skipped my morning commute on Wednesday and Thursday -- Wednesday for the rain, Thursday for the frost. Friday was our famiy trip to Cincinnati. Tonight I met my wife and kids at the McDonalds about 2 miles north of here. It was 50 degrees, plenty warm for me. It felt good to get back on the bike.
As I told my friend Mark, I live by a code. Really, my "riding code" has three parts:
Part 1; If it is raining when I leave my front door, I'll drive my car, otherwise I'll ride my bike. No matter what the forecast. My boss has made fun of me for riding with a 90% chance of thunderstorms. But in two years of daily commutes following this code, I could count the number of times I've gotten wet on one hand. If I'd paid attention to forecasts, I'd have missed dozens of days of riding. Even when the forecast for rain was true, it happened at hours when I wouldn't be commuting anyway.
Part 2; If it is dark and has been below freezing in the past 12 hours, I will drive. If it is light, or has been above freezing for 12 hours, I will ride.
Part 3: If it is 37 or above I will ride. This may be challenged this year, since I have better gear and a fairing, I might be able to push it lower. But the real limiter is not Part 3 of the code, but Part 2.
As I told my friend Mark, I live by a code. Really, my "riding code" has three parts:
Part 1; If it is raining when I leave my front door, I'll drive my car, otherwise I'll ride my bike. No matter what the forecast. My boss has made fun of me for riding with a 90% chance of thunderstorms. But in two years of daily commutes following this code, I could count the number of times I've gotten wet on one hand. If I'd paid attention to forecasts, I'd have missed dozens of days of riding. Even when the forecast for rain was true, it happened at hours when I wouldn't be commuting anyway.
Part 2; If it is dark and has been below freezing in the past 12 hours, I will drive. If it is light, or has been above freezing for 12 hours, I will ride.
Part 3: If it is 37 or above I will ride. This may be challenged this year, since I have better gear and a fairing, I might be able to push it lower. But the real limiter is not Part 3 of the code, but Part 2.
Fairing Crack
I rode my 1982 Goldwing in 40 degree weather, and parked it in the garage overnight.
Next morning there is a 4 inch crack on the inside of the fairing -- not the fairing itself, but the plastic housing on the inside of it.
This original equipment is pushing 25 years old, but I was still surprised to see it crack like this with no warning.
Any suggestions on repair?
Next morning there is a 4 inch crack on the inside of the fairing -- not the fairing itself, but the plastic housing on the inside of it.
This original equipment is pushing 25 years old, but I was still surprised to see it crack like this with no warning.
Any suggestions on repair?
Brown County Trip Report
My wife checked the forecast for the weekend, and monitored during the week. Saturday is our weekend getaway.
The forecast calls for rain, but my wife says, screw it, we're riding anyway. She knew I'd be up for it. Motto: If you don't ride in the rain, you don't ride.
My mom arrives to watch the kids. She's giving my wife and me our 17th wedding anniversary present -- a chance to get away.
I checked the air pressure and oil level in the bikes before the trip. My tires are fine, my oil is half a quart low. Ironically, her oil is fine, her tires are 10 pounds low. I pump up her tires and vow to buy a quart of 10W-40 for my bike at our first gas stop.
We picked our way south from Castleton down Fall Creek Road. The sun shone brightly and the color in the trees contrasted with the blue of the autumn sky. Was that a hint of dark clouds to the south?
We rode to the south side of Indy, picked up the key to the lake house. Back on the road, pushed our way south down US 31, about an hour's ride, to Camp Atterbury. On twisty roads up and down, flicking the bike from left to right. The roads were in good shape. We had driven them several times in a cage, but this was our first trip on the bikes.
Vigilant for what might greet us over the top of the next rise or around the next curve. A farm implement? A golden retriever? A white-tailed deer?
My wife led on her V30, and I was impressed with how confidently she flicked the little bike back and forth. It started to rain, just little drops, and we pulled back the pace a little. The first 15 minutes of rain are the most dangerous.
We arrived at the lake house, parked the bikes and pulled our luggage off the bikes -- from my trunk, and her saddlebags -- and into the 3 story 4 bedroom house that sits on a tree covered bank of Lake Sweetwater.
My wife was cold. She made us a pot of coffee and we planned our day.
I put the lining in my coat, she switched to her new winter gloves, and we headed back to the bikes.
It had stopped raining.
.... more to come ....
The forecast calls for rain, but my wife says, screw it, we're riding anyway. She knew I'd be up for it. Motto: If you don't ride in the rain, you don't ride.
My mom arrives to watch the kids. She's giving my wife and me our 17th wedding anniversary present -- a chance to get away.
I checked the air pressure and oil level in the bikes before the trip. My tires are fine, my oil is half a quart low. Ironically, her oil is fine, her tires are 10 pounds low. I pump up her tires and vow to buy a quart of 10W-40 for my bike at our first gas stop.
We picked our way south from Castleton down Fall Creek Road. The sun shone brightly and the color in the trees contrasted with the blue of the autumn sky. Was that a hint of dark clouds to the south?
We rode to the south side of Indy, picked up the key to the lake house. Back on the road, pushed our way south down US 31, about an hour's ride, to Camp Atterbury. On twisty roads up and down, flicking the bike from left to right. The roads were in good shape. We had driven them several times in a cage, but this was our first trip on the bikes.
Vigilant for what might greet us over the top of the next rise or around the next curve. A farm implement? A golden retriever? A white-tailed deer?
My wife led on her V30, and I was impressed with how confidently she flicked the little bike back and forth. It started to rain, just little drops, and we pulled back the pace a little. The first 15 minutes of rain are the most dangerous.
We arrived at the lake house, parked the bikes and pulled our luggage off the bikes -- from my trunk, and her saddlebags -- and into the 3 story 4 bedroom house that sits on a tree covered bank of Lake Sweetwater.
My wife was cold. She made us a pot of coffee and we planned our day.
I put the lining in my coat, she switched to her new winter gloves, and we headed back to the bikes.
It had stopped raining.
.... more to come ....
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