September 21st, 2006 8 Comments » | View blog reactions
Summer is coming to an end and you start to wonder which trip will be your last for the season. The first hunch is the leaves turning redish, second is the increasing lack of daylight, and third is when you consider zipping you thermal liner back into your leathers. The most important hunch however is when your motorcycle blows a big fat hole in a piston, and the engine starts smoking like a VW Beetle full of Jamaicans. Then you’ll know for sure it was the last ride of the season.
That’s what happened to me this Saturday. After a perfect day in the company of fellow motorcycle nuts and some good rides enjoying one of the last sunny days, my shovel decided to give up on me. It’s not the first time I’ve had to pull it over because of something feeling odd, but so far it has just been a loose bolt or a broken wire. Things I could fix right away and head on, except when the clutch fell off a few weeks ago, but the good people at MachoCustom fixed that pretty quick.
This one though, is going to take longer than there’s left of the season. I haven’t got the entire damage report yet, but when we removed the sparkplug small chunks of metal came out. Not the best sign in the world. Apparently a small spring in the mechanical ignition had broken which made the spark slowly coming off timing, and combined with too lean a mixture and a little fresh throttling; blew a piston.
But what the heck, it’s an old motorcycle and it needs to be taken care of. This is a good excuse for a little engine tune up. Wasn’t precisely what I had planned for winter rebuilding, but it’s in good hands and I’m certain it’ll come out better on the other side. And I still have my 919, so the entire riding season is far from over.
Because of that, is probably why I can feel positive about it. A good reason why you should have more than one motorcycle.