Saturday, March 31, 2012

Spectacular Sculpture

Went bombing around today on the bike and stopped at a place called Spectacular Sculpture near Monches. Here are some pictures of it and I highly recommend if you have the chance to go check it out.

Friday, March 30, 2012

So a while back I borrowed my nephew Doug my GoPro. This is what I found on it when I got it back.

Thursday, March 29, 2012

So tonight I got my fresh air pump removal kit, KTM fender, fuel screw, dash plate, WOW taillight, and my license plate compartment for the KLR.

First off the fender. It was easy to the point that I was done in minutes so here is a before and after shot of it.







I don't know why, maybe I just need to get used to it but it seems to make the bike a bit girly looking. It's still better than the bird beak that was on it.

Next on the list is the fuel screw. This is pretty simple. I ripped the bike down to nothing because I needed to access it all anyways.

This is what my naked bike looks like. Now to get at the carb fuel screw I took the plate that holds the throttle and choke cable off which is only one screw and loosened the boot clamps and then just pulled the carb out of the boots enough to turn the carb on its side.

You see the hole with the plug in it. Drill a hole in the plug and then thread a sheet metal screw into it and pull the plug out.

Under that is the fuel screw. I turned the fuel screw all the way in counting the turns so I knew what my current setting is, then backed the screw all the way out. Careful of the O Ring and Spring that are with the screw. Then I just put the new one in. Simple.

I did run into a small problem with my crash guards cross brace being in the way of the new fuel screw so I did have to modify that a bit.

Now the fresh air pump. Basically buy the kit from Eagle Mike tear out all the fresh air parts and put the plugs in. Stops the subtle back firing when you let off the throttle.

My fancy license plate box.

Dash Kit I had to purchase a step bit to open the holes up a bit but it works well over all.

The WOW taillight went in easy enough.

Wednesday, March 28, 2012

1976 CB500T Coming Along

I think I have mentioned the 1976 Honda CB500T build on here before. It is almost done, just waiting on the seat and to find the right exhaust for it. Here are some pictures of the bike.

Sunday, March 18, 2012

Kewanee Illinois

So Isaiah bought a new bike yesterday in Kewanee IL. Isaiah and his wife along with Kari drove down to Kewanee and I rode my bike down. The ride down was all freeway and I did get hit with a bit of rain but nothing like what the weather man was talking in the morning. They were calling for hail and strong winds but I caught the tail end of the storm so just a bit of rain for me. We got to the bike in Kewanee, he made the purchase, and we were off and riding.

 We decided to get all back roads since it was a new bike and you don't really learn much from a bike gunning up to 75 mph and cruising for 250 miles. Illinois is the flatest straightest state sometimes. We were on roads for 30 plus minutes just going straight the entire time. I was ready to whip a movie up on Netflix just to keep myself awake. We stopped at this place called DiDough for lunch. We both swore it said Dildough Dogs on the menu but alas it was DiDough Dogs. The best hotdog I have ever had. It was so simple, a hotdog wrapped in soft pretzel dough but it was amazing.

After lunch we got onto an amazing road that curved along what I believe was the Rock River but I can't say for sure. That by far was the best part of the entire ride. We were in that for about an hour before getting close to the border. Then the traffic lights came. It was probably a good two hours of traffic lights that no matter how you went you got stopped at the next one. Got through that and the rest of the ride home was very nice except the part where we were both low on gas and had no idea where the next gas stop was. We made it with plenty of gas left over.

It was good to be home, 450 miles and probably about 10 hours.

Sunday, March 11, 2012

474 Miles on a Windy Day

We decided that it would be a great idea to get the first big ride of the year in today. It wasn't a great idea, it was a terrible idea. We started out this morning around 7 am and headed west. Our route was simple, hwy 33 to hwy 73 north to Neilsville for lunch and then onward to Thorp. Thorp we were set with the simple task of fitting a seat to my nephews bike and then head home from there.

Heading west was terrible, we were dealing with a south 30 to 40 mph wind just battering us along with 35 degree temperatures and who knows what the wind chill was. About 30 miles into the trip we decided that we are going to go until we got onto hwy 73 north. If the wind was still beating us while heading north we were going to call it a day.

Once we got to 73 the wind was still whipping but the temp was coming up into the low 50's so we continued on. It wasn't bad except that 73 winds north and west, more north though.

We got to Neilsville around noon and met my friend Fred and family for lunch at A&W. After lunch we went over to the war memorial that Neilsville is known for. Here are some pictures from that.

While at the memorial I got a call from Kari and she notified me that her brother is flying in tonight at 8 pm from Japan and I need to pick him up. I knew I wasn't going to make it home in time but thought I would give it my best.

We headed out from the war memorial towards Thorp. Mother nature continued to beat us hard with the wind until we got just outside of Throp and it was like the wind was shut off. With that and the temps in the upper 60's it was turning out to be a great day of riding.

We met up with my nephews and fit the motorcycle seat, shot the shit for a while, and we were once again on our way around 3:30 pm. I couldn't convince either one of them to come along for the ride home.

Seat Delivery

We jumped on the freeway to shred some time off the ride home hoping that I could make it back in time to pick up Kari's brother. The sun was setting and I knew I was on the losing end of making it home in time to pick him up so I called Kari to let her know. It was disappointing on my end because I enjoy picking him up when he has been gone so long but at the same time this gave us the opportunity to get off the freeway and back on the back roads the way a ride should be. As we got closer to home the wind started picking up again. It was as if Mother Nature took a nap and when she awoke she saw we were still riding and thought we need a good ass kicking again. 

13.5 hours and 474 miles later and we were home. Tired and beat but we made it.