Canada Moto – Day 1

Day One

Day One - Bozeman to Salmon Lake

I get pretty excited before big trips.  Excited enough that I have a hard time sleeping, and my paranoia gets the better of me.  The night before we we’re set to leave, I spent an hour carefully selecting tools to bring along, noting which ones could double as levers and drifts in the event that I needed to change a wheel bearing or rebuild a transmission on the side of the road.  Of course, you never end up needing the tools you bring.

Our original plan was to leave early Saturday morning.  I quickly realized that I wasn’t going to sleep much Friday night, and it would probably be best to just get going after work on Friday and sleep off the excitement in a tent.  I “pulled the plug” on work around 3:00, and when Kait came back from work around 4:30, the BMW was packed and ready to roll.  A few quick checks and some high-fives, and we rolled out of our driveway.

A quick 150 miles later and we found ourselves at the Salmon Creek campground just south of Seely Lake.  Unfortunately all the regular campsites we’re taken, and all the bigger RV spots we’re reserved.  I don’t believe in “reserving” campsites.  The concept of camping to me is ease and simplicity.  Making reservations seems like it defeats the purpose.  I suppose if your looking for a place to park your 50 foot land yacht, it probably makes sense.

We asked the park ranger about just pitching our small camp on some flat patch somewhere and he kindly found us a reserved spot that would be open until 1:00pm the next day.  Jackpot.

Some boil-in-a-bag Pad Thai and hostess pies and we crashed rather quickly in our tent and slept like logs.  This was our last night in the United States for some time.  Tomorrow we’d be sleeping in Alberta.

Friday Night Camp

 

Bars Mounted

Finally got the bars mounted on the V11 Sport.  As it turns out, the part that I was most worried about (drilling the top triple-clamp) was the easiest part of the whole operation.

The biggest part of the job, was finding creative ways to route the throttle cable, clutch cable and the front brake cables for adequate clearance.  I essentially had to disassemble the entire headlight/gauge cluster housing.  I had to remove the top triple clamp at least 4 times to re-route cables.  Trial-and-error took place for about 2 hours until I finally found the best way.  I also found that the stock bar-ends and napolean bar-end mirrors would not fit into the new handlebars.  I could make it fit by machining out the ID of the new bars;  maybe some other time.  I’m ready to ride now.

The Test Ride

Things are immediately better.  Its still a fairly sporty “attack” position, however I no longer feel it in my wrists, and my back doesn’t feel like I just lifted a refrigerator up a flight of stairs.  I think the biggest single gain in this modification has to be turning.  Before I really had to fight with the bike to turn in, whereas the wide leverage the handlebars now mean effortless turning;  it almost turns itself.

In one simple modification, I was able to combine everything I loved about my old Ducati M900 and everything I love about my V11 Sport into one nice package.  Money well spent. For those law-abiding citizens out there who might notice my lack of mirrors, don’t fret.  Nate at the Bike Shack put in a order for a set of CRG “Lane-split” mirrors, and even let me borrow one of his personal bike to keep me semi-legal until they came in.

Getting Old

Teetering on the edge of 30, I’ve finally started noticing the little things.  My cell phone has more processing power than my first “gaming” computer, dirt bikes now come standard with fuel injection, and I ruin a perfectly good sport motorcycle with standard handlebars, rather than racing clip-on’s.

The LSL conversion kit is a bit pricey, but worthwhile in my opinion.  The bolt-on metal template for drilling the triple-tree was a real nice bonus too.  I was pretty nervous about marking and measuring the triple-tree for the clamps.  Made drilling the holes a snap.

I managed to get the bars test-mounted on the V11 after de burring the holes I milled in the triple tree.  Looks pretty good, and a test seat on the bike tells me that I’ll be riding in relative comfort from here on out.  Still have some work to do with the brake and clutch hoses;  I’ll have to get creative with those.

I still can’t shake the feeling that I’ve just butchered a fine Italian sportbike.  Like putting ape-hangars on a Ducati, or painting “No Fear” logos onto a Ferrari.  I almost expect to get laughed at by all the trendy cafe racer kids in town when I take a test ride.

Kait Rides

Kait’s been talking about riding since I met her.  For any early birthday present, I decided to get her the gift of an MSF class.  Two days spent sweating on the pavement and listening to instructors ramble on?  Yes, I’m just a born romantic.

Kait Rides

Here is the end result.  Kait rides motorcycles far better than I did when I started out;  clearly the MSF course teaches brand new riders the good stuff.  To those of you guys out there with ladies who want to ride,  be a man.  Don’t try to teach her in a parking lot somewhere with your tricked out gixxer.  Spend 175$ and have someone else teach her the right way, while you watch the MotoGP races on the couch.

Just don’t be upset when she starts riding better than you.

New Shop

Somehow, since I’ve gotten into motorcycling, I’ve always been blessed with a spacious garage.  While I’d like to think this is somehow just good fortune, I’m rather certain I’ve paid a premium for it over the years.  My current apartment is everything I like;  cheap, spacious, relatively clean (except for the dog hair) and has a garage attached conveniently right to my office, allowing me to gaze wistfully over my motorcycles while I should be working.

Just enough room to use the mill.

Just enough room to use the mill.

However, this convenience comes at a price.  The garage is relatively small by itself, and after putting tools, and tables in, even smaller.  Park a few motorcycles in there, and suddenly you’ve no room to work.  I used to pull the bikes out of the garage when working on metal projects, until I started getting sidelong glances from neighbors who didn’t appriciate the night-time chorus of an angle grinder and a stereo playing too much Hendrix.  Time to find something else.

Room for so many activities!

Room for so many activities!

A friend of mine found this shop down town, and asked if I’d be interested in sharing it with him.  Done deal.  Rent is cheap, its got a heater for those cold -20 nights in February, and comes pre-wired with a welding outlet.  If that wasn’t good enough, Bozeman Brewery is about 1/2 mile down the street for those moments of absolute frustration (like trying to put your BMW final drive splines back into the driveshaft).  Its also big enough to host weekly ping-pong tournaments with friends and a wide array of dogs.

Out of service

After a full season of around town and out of town riding on my Guzzi, I broke down last weekend and put it up on stands.  She wasn’t starting as cleanly as she had in the past (but still starting every time), and every time I’d go over a sizable crack in the pavement, a loud “CRACK!”  followed by a bone-shocking hit through the bars.  Fuel residue and stains coating the Dell Orto carbs, told me that the rubber seals and gaskets made before Jimmy Carter was in office we’re now officially past their prime.

Simple jackstands.  No fancy supports required.

Simple jackstands. No fancy supports required.

All in all for being over 30 years old, with close to 70,000 miles on the clock, the bike is in fantastic shape.  Some of the electrical connectors needed to be cleaned and coated liberally with dielectric grease.  A few of the rubber vent tubes had cracked and dried out.  The valves (after a summer of heavy use) didn’t move an inch.

I took a deep breath, and opened my manual to the section labeled “Points Ignition: Checking & Adjusting“.  I hadn’t touched points in a long, long time.  With trepidation, I removed the ignition rotor cover and peered at the maze of wires lurking underneath.  Only there wasn’t anything that looked like a points system.  In fact, it looked ridiculously simple.  So simple, I could swear it looked like an electronic ignition system, rather than the points system described in the workshop manual.

Because it is electronic ignition!

Because it is electronic ignition!

Some smart devil before me spent the loot to rid the machine of the infernal points system.  One less worry!

While I was cleaning up, my buddy Chris mentioned: “Hey, is that a crack in the header?”.  I looked closer and realized there was a hairline crack almost 3/4 of the way around the left-hand header pipe!  That cylinder has been running awfully rich, and I had initially thought the cause was loose gaskets and rich jetting.  But it very well be an exhaust leak.  I’m going to have to pull out the welder and see if I can fix it up.

Header crack

Header crack

I should have some parts coming in pretty soon, and I hope I can get it back on the road by next weekend.  While this weeks weather hasn’t been the best, we only get a few weeks of this spring air, and I’d like to be moving through it whenever possible.

Its here.

And one day, spring simply came.  I’m not talking exclusively about weather.

Looking to the Crazies..

Looking to the Crazies..

I found myself ill-prepared for it.  Excursions into the sport of hockey over the winter had essentially taken most of my free “fun” time.  Coupled with some other rather significant events, little time was to spare for the turning of wrenches and bolts.  My motorcycles sat un-winterized and un-loved.  The road grime from their last foray into the wild still clinging to the engine cases.

For the first time in my mechanized life, I didn’t stress over it.  No midnight scrambles to get oil changed, valves adjusted or bearings replaced.  I just rode.  For three weekends in a row.  Hours of trails, bumps, and tight technical turns.

The hockey skates are starting to collect some dust in the closet. I’ve got clumps of dirt on my garage floor.  The moto goggles are speckled with run-off mud, and my riding boots are baked with it as well.  Spring is here.

On buying used motorcycles

Steve Munro over at loudbike, recently posted up a fraction of his debacle over buying a used Norton 750 Commando via one Ben Zimmerman. While the motorcycle looks fantastic now, as you can read, it took somewhere in the nature of 54 hours, and some extra money to get it to the gleaming, factory-like appearance that it is now.

It got me thinking about my own good and bad experiences buying and selling motorcycles myself.  In my short time on this earth, I’ve managed to buy twelve motorcycles, and I’ve sold eight.  I’ve also accompanied many friends on motorcycle purchases as “the voice of reason” (which is something I’d never describe myself as when it comes to two wheeled transportation).  Based on my experiences, I offer these tips to any prospective buyer or seller.

1. – Have your shit together.

If your selling a bike, make sure you have the title in your hands, and in a nice folder before you post up an ad, or worse yet have someone drive 500 miles to buy your bike.  If you don’t have it, you’d better be prepared to make some serious negotiations in favor of the buyer, unless you want to get firebombed.

2. – Know the bike your buying.

Do your research first.  If you know the common issues on the bike, or where too look for troubled areas, your chances of buying a lemon are reduced greatly.  Also, if you can speak knowledgeably about the motorcycle, the buyer might be less likely to swindle things on your about “performance blinker fluid” and “high-temp muffler bearings”.

3. – Be prepared to walk away from every sale.

As both a buyer and a seller, don’t be desperate.  Even if your so cranked up about the bike that you couldn’t sleep the night before, be completely ready to walk away if it doesn’t look right, feel right, or they’re not willing to meet your price.  I once had a deal with a chap for an even trade with a Ducati Monster 900 and his KTM 625.  As I was loading up the bike he mentioned that he wanted 500$ more for the deal to go through, as he felt his bike was worth more.

4. – Listen to adjectives.

People who use words like “mint condition”, “runs strong”, or “pulls wheelies in every gear”, are often people you DONT want to buy a bike from.  While its good to know that the bike is in mint condition, pulls wheelies with ease, and runs strong, its a little over the top.  The Webster definition of “mint” reads “unmarred as if fresh from a mint”.  Unless you bought the bike, and put it in your living room as decoration, I’m quite positive it won’t be mint.  If the motor “runs strong”, does that mean that it “runs strong” despite what its been through?  Or “runs strong” for something that I’ve never done any maintenance on?  The mind can wander.

5. – Inspect the vehicle carefully.

If its a runner, make sure it runs and starts well, even when its fully warmed up.  Make sure a couple minutes after its stopped running, that you don’t see oil leaking from mating surfaces or various parts.  If the bike isn’t spotless, look carefully for any areas that look like they’ve been cleaned recently to cover up bigger issues.  Get down on your hands hand knees, and poke, and prod at parts.  Make sure things that should have traces of lubricant, still do, and parts that hold liquids are not liberating any of them.

Obviously, sometimes you can’t do all this.  If your buying a bike and having it shipped, its not easy to get a first person view.  But usually the seller is willing to take detailed photos of the motorcycles various parts send them to you, which will greatly assist your decision.  As someone who’s bought two motorcycles from across the country, blind, its a system that’s worked well for me.