SeaCat
Hey, my Halo is smoking
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- Sep 23, 2003
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Well today I put the carbs back in the bike. Whoever designed this bike had to be a direct decendant of the Marque De Sade. (Either that or the former owner had a truly warped sense of humor and put in an oversized Air Box.)
I carried the carbs out to the bike and broke out the tools box and radio. I lit a cigar and got to work. It took some work but I eased the carbs halfway in and stopped to hook up the choke and throttle cables. My wife brought out a cup of coffee. I took a bit of a break and then back to work I went.
It took three hours and a lot of cussing, not to mention half a pot of coffee to get the carbs back in place. Again I took a short break before hooking things up. That's when I realised I had misrouted the Choke Cable. Oh man the language was going fast and furious then. I truly did not want to remove the carbs again to re-route that blasted cable. Thankfully I found another way to pull the choke so I could remove and re-run the cable.
By the time I had everything hooked up it was dark and the wife was holding the shop light for me. I grabbed the keys for the bike and after kicking it over a few times I got it to start. (Heave a great sigh of relief.) It ran like absolute shit but it ran.
I started checking things out and was more than surprised when I realized that good old number four wasn't firing at low RPM's. Even the wife flinched at the language coming out of me now.
I shut down the bike and packed up the tools. It was dark and the wife was getting tired of holding the light for me. I was grumbling as I came inside to wash up. Man this is a bit disapointing.
Now the bike will sit once more for the next three days. (Work) On Tuesday I'll start checking things out again. At least now I know it's not the Carbs.
One of these days I'll get the blasted thing running correctly.
Until then I suppose I'll keep scaring the neighbors and scorching the paint off walls with my language.
Cat
I carried the carbs out to the bike and broke out the tools box and radio. I lit a cigar and got to work. It took some work but I eased the carbs halfway in and stopped to hook up the choke and throttle cables. My wife brought out a cup of coffee. I took a bit of a break and then back to work I went.
It took three hours and a lot of cussing, not to mention half a pot of coffee to get the carbs back in place. Again I took a short break before hooking things up. That's when I realised I had misrouted the Choke Cable. Oh man the language was going fast and furious then. I truly did not want to remove the carbs again to re-route that blasted cable. Thankfully I found another way to pull the choke so I could remove and re-run the cable.
By the time I had everything hooked up it was dark and the wife was holding the shop light for me. I grabbed the keys for the bike and after kicking it over a few times I got it to start. (Heave a great sigh of relief.) It ran like absolute shit but it ran.
I started checking things out and was more than surprised when I realized that good old number four wasn't firing at low RPM's. Even the wife flinched at the language coming out of me now.
I shut down the bike and packed up the tools. It was dark and the wife was getting tired of holding the light for me. I was grumbling as I came inside to wash up. Man this is a bit disapointing.
Now the bike will sit once more for the next three days. (Work) On Tuesday I'll start checking things out again. At least now I know it's not the Carbs.
One of these days I'll get the blasted thing running correctly.
Until then I suppose I'll keep scaring the neighbors and scorching the paint off walls with my language.
Cat