Tuesday, 18 October 2022
More Motorcycle Photography from the end of the season...
Sunday, 18 September 2022
Moto-Media and Getting in Rides at the end of summer, 2022
The Concours/1400GTR hanging out in a graveyard at sunset... as you do. |
I'm always looking for period bike images. Never know when I might be able to use them for a reference on an original drawing. I've been up to those too, creating scenes from the novel:
t-shirt transparency |
Sketched variation - I might have put my face on that subconsciously. |
... and some sketched (pen and ink) scenes from the novel:
I've been monkeying around with the blog logo too:
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We managed an afternoon at SMART Adventures before the end of the summer:
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We went to Stratford yesterday to Perth County Moto's 5th anniversary. T'was a good time. If you find your way to Stratford, Ontario at any point, look them up, they're right downtown:
I got myself a vintage style dirt tracker team sweater (they're like rugby jerseys) for a good price!
I haven't been spending much time in the garage beyond upkeep and maintenance on the two operational bikes. I'm saving the Bonneville project for the cold months when I need to keep my hands busy and riding is far away, though I did start re-assembling the frame (seemed like a logical place to start).
The oil filters came in for the end of year oil change (I always put in fresh oil and filter and run them through before the big hibernation). It's a depressing delivery, but I've still got another six weeks or so before the snows fall. With the filters I got some tank pads to stop myself sliding around on the Concours.
Sunday, 4 September 2022
Baffling 1970s British Wheel Engineering
I had a go at mounting new tires on the 1971 Bonneville project rims today, and what a pain in that ass that has turned into. The rear tire is a mess of strange engineering decisions, including 3 holes for the inner tube valve, two of which are filled with rubber/metal pads with valve stem sized bolts sticking out of them. Why they would do this is beyond me. It creates a needlessly heavy wheel just where you don't want it (where centrifugal force amplifies it at the rim when it spins). Perhaps it has something to do with the spokes and creating a true (round) wheel by adding weight? The rear tire went on easily enough, but the inner tube was a pain to get the valve in place and it doesn't seem to be taking air. I'll have to take that apart again and figure out what the hell is going on.
Also in bizarro British '70s engineering world, the front wheel has the valve stem hole drilled in the worst possible location, right near two spokes, which makes putting the compressor's tire inflation nozzle on it impossible. There are spaces all around the rim where the hole could have been drilled to allow for easier access, but the Meriden Triumph 'technician' threw it in there. If there is an engineering reason for it, it's beyond me. Putting the hole in the space between more distant spokes shouldn't hurt the durability, but they didn't do that.I've done inner tubes and tires for my modern Triumph Tiger recently, and just did a tubeless tire on the Kawasaki (complete with tire sensor hack), so this shouldn't have been the faff that it has turned into. I ended up leaving both rims sitting in the garage. I'll come back to it another day when I'm less frustrated by it.
Period tires from Revco look good on the rims, but the rear won't take air and I can't get any into the front. Damn it. |
Here's some old Triumph 'character' and a bit of moto philosophy to remind me why I'm doing this...
Wednesday, 24 August 2022
Getting a Flat Tire on your Motorcycle
I started to feel the back end get squishy so I slowed down and pulled over once I'd sussed out what the panicky dash was trying to tell me. With a 200lb+ passenger on the back this was the worst possible getting-a-flat scenario, yet I found it very manageable. I like to think all that time at SMART Adventures getting used to a bike moving around on loose material helped. We pulled over, the tire was very flat, so we unloaded and then I pushed the bike off the side of the road and into the grass. We were on a country road so there wasn't much of a shoulder and everyone was steaming by at 100kms/hr. I then got on the phone trying to find anyone local who could give us a hand.
No point in being all long faced about it :) |
It was a nice day for a flat in a lovely part of the world. Potatoes were growing behind us and cows grazed across the road as the sun streamed down.
Scott was there in a flash. I removed the topbox and Max and it went with Scott in the car (no point in putting more weight on a bad tire than necessary). The spray filler went in and bubbled out of the hole and the bike's pressure sensor said I had 5psi. Perhaps the foam expands as the tire spins and heats up? Scott and Max followed me as I took it slowly down the road toward the village of Belwood, but the fill-in-foam did bugger all.
I was only a few minutes in motion but the tire pressure fell off to zero again and the tire was starting to come off the bead, so I pulled over on the edge of the road in Belwood. Scott and Max went back to Elora to see if he could borrow his neighbour's trailer to get the bike home, but I was in my hood now. Belwood is the edge of the catchment area where I teach and teaching generations of people here means I'm connected, even when I don't know it.
The guy mowing his lawn across the street came over and said he had a portable air compressor and some tire plugs and would I want to give it a try? He came back a minute latter with a rusty old plug kit and the air pump and as he plugged the hole we discovered that he was the uncle of one of my top students (the kid's going to German to do IT this fall!). He waved me off when I offered to pay, but a bottle of Glenfiddich is coming his way next time I'm passing through there. Scotch is cheaper than a tow and I'd like to cultivate what little small town spirit is left in our rapidly urbanizing county.
Plug kits are the way! |
The Concours uses tubeless tires on alloy rims, similar to a car, so the plug did the trick and the portable air compressor he had put 20psi into the tire which held all the way home. I stopped half way and texted Scott that I was in motion and they met me at the house. I took it slow and steady but the bike felt fine even at half pressure. If you're frantically worried about getting a flat on a motorcycle get some off road training, it'll make you comfortable with the squirming.
This wasn't my first time seeing biker 'brotherhood' fall on its face. It's all a load of nonsense, isn't it? I stop, but it has nothing to do with this fictional B,S, designed to make the loud pipe crowd feel good about themselves. |
- Flats feel like riding on gravel. If that freaks you out, so will getting a flat.
- Pressure filler goop doesn't work, it's a waste of money. This was only a nail puncture and it did nothing to solve it.
- Plugs are the way! There are moto-friendly options that aren't big (or expensive compared to getting towed) and can get you back in motion.
- Don't expect Kawasaki's tire air pressure system to prioritize the danger in any kind of way that makes sense.
- Don't expect the biker brotherhood (or anyone else) to pull over and see if you need a hand, they all just potatoed by while we were on the side of the road. In fact, no one stopped to check on us. How's that for country hospitality?
- Because of 5, be self sufficient in sorting your own flat.
I got mine from Fortnine, but Amazon has 'em too. |
All that shitty milk in the bottom of the tire? That's courtesy of the utterly useless 'tire repair' foam filler - don't bother with it! |
I removed the old battery and picked up a pack of 4 of the Energizer C2032 batteries (we use them all the time in motherboards at school) for under $10. |
The new tire went on without any headaches. Compared to the winter install of the tubed tires on the Tiger, it was a much easier summer job. No inner tubes to wrangle and (after leaving the tire in the sun for 10 minutes), everything was pliable and easy to stretch over the rim using tire spoons.