mock-up time

Found me some biggie sized female blade connectors at this cool little supply store up the street yesterday.

Tried fitting one on, and broke the fitting. Oops. Then I had to go to yoga.

This afternoon, I pulled the carb off the KL and a whole bunch of gas drained out of the float bowl before I loosened any screws.
Hm. That’s not right.

I got a headache from the gas fumes, so I went inside and dug around in the required box ‘o random bits the seller gave me when I picked up the KL.
There was this bran’ spankin new Keihin but this piece is busted off of it.
I’m not familiar with these carbs, so I’m going to hafta do some reading up on these things.

My head was killing me, so I made some popcorn and watched tv for a bit.

After tv watchin’ (“Orange is the New Black”), I focused in on the RD. Took the second blade connector and crimped it on. This time my mighty strength did not work against me and I got it tightened without breaking it. 😉

Time to zip-tie! Fun!

I zipped up a bunch of wires in an effort to neaten it up so there aren’t a bunch of wires randomly hanging down from under the seat and tank. I didn’t do a great job, but just working for the mock-up, right? 🙂

I re-zipped the ignition on to the tripple

and pulled the tank out of the shed.

Time for a mock-up!

Headlight? Check.

Tail light? Check.

For some reason, the battery no longer fits under the seat. It hits the under-seat and the battery box won’t bolt in. Odd.

“Worked two years ago”
Guess I’ll need to do something about that.

Couplea other issues:

The chain hits the left pipe. That’s not good.

and the clip-ons hit the tank. This is a known problem though.
Maybe I just need to acquire a ball peen hammer?

But hell, damn close!
(Yes, I did take this pic while sitting on my kitchen counter top)

progress and sadness

Yesterday was a day of ups and downs.

It started off great: a buddy came by to help me and it was time to put the wheels with new tires on the KL.

While I was at it, I figured might as well change the sprockets and chain out for the new ones that came with the bike.

The old big sprocket was worn, and I assume the front one was too.

I greased up the wheel bearing and got ready to put it all back together.

One slight problem:

Well, bother.

It was getting too hot outside, so we got out my Ez-up. It was pretty easy. 😉
And installed the front wheel.

The KL is kick-start only, and I’d had no trouble getting it to run. However, I noticed that neither the headlight, nor tailight worked. Oh, neither did the horn. I realized that the battery was in the box ‘o spares. I had thought the seller gave me a spare battery. Nope, he gave me the battery.

I topped it off with some distilled water.

And got it wired into the bike. The neutral switch worked, but headlight and brake/tail light still weren’t working.

I didn’t want to worry about that: the bike is rideable (once I get my rear sprocket in the mail) and I wanted to get cracking on the RD.

On the way to another friend’s shop to use the lathe, the storm started. It’s monsoon season here in Arizona and that means thunder, lightning, and (hopefully) rain. I was excited for a real storm! Lightening! Thunder! Rain!

I saw at least two lightning strikes close to town where flames immediately jumped right up. Perhaps I shouldn’t be so excited about the lightening part of this equation…

There were a 50mph+ gusts of wind that pushed across the area, and then the sweet relief of a torrential downpour.

This rain quenched the two fires that I had witnessed and brought cool relief to the summer desert heat.

I got to make parts! That was so cool.
I’ve never made stuff on a lathe!

This little guy was hanging out.
I guess he’s the shop mascot.

There had been a break in the rain, and then while we were at the shop, it started to pour again.

The RD needs a spacer to line up the front brake caliper. Two little roundy discs, measured precisely to some measurement carefully taken and written down (now where’d I put that piece of paper?)

After a bit of instruction, I was machining like a pro! 😉

I made these!

Okay, just kidding. Those are just a by-product. This is actually the near-final product. (I had to do some sanding to smooth it down before it was really done)

Spacers were complete! Time to eat!

When I got home that night (Sunday), I sat down at the computer to check my Facebook feed.
What I read was devastating.

Lightening had started a fire near Yarnell, Az – a little town of about 650 people 30 miles south of Prescott.
Over 8,000 acres consumed, and 500 houses gone.

19 “Hot Shots” firefighters had died that afternoon.
One of whom was a friend of mine.

There was nothing I could do at the moment. My EMT and Red Cross certifications both expired recently, so I couldn’t volunteer. A friend of mine messaged me that she and her husband saw an alert and were taking a dog crate to the Red Cross Animal Shelter up the road. They came and picked me and my cat carrier up around 11:00pm and we delivered the items to the shelter.

When I finally fell asleep, I slept fitfully.

The Hot Shots crew is an elite group made up of 20 men.
All but one perished in those fiery woods.

Prescott is a small enough community that this tragedy touches us all in some way.
The out-pouring of donations and volunteers and help has been phenomenal, but I’d rather not know that everyone around me is so generous and caring if this is how I find out.

On my way to work this morning, I stopped at Watson Lake.
The morning sky was hazy, as if the sun didn’t want to perkily rise up on this sad morning.
The lake was serene and somber and reflected my mood.

Rest in Peace, Hot Shots.

baby’s gonna get new shoes!

Ah, my workshop is lacking. I so miss having a garage… but ya do what ya gotta do.

It’s been years since I dealt with a drum brake bike. It’s not hard, just different.

I forgot some of the idiosyncrasies and details. Luckily, I have dear friends who are but a text message away who can help fill in the cracks. The rear brake adjuster was sneaky. When you try to loosen the nut, it just spins. The trick is to move the booty to expose a hex, which then can be held with a wrench, or as he wrote, “roll it back, like a rubber.” He wondered if I would be able to finish the job after giggling to that.

In order to get the rear wheel off, I needed some kind of stand on which to balance the bike. Since I have yet to get some buckets, and seem to have lost all my milk crates over the years, I improvised.

Luckily, a couplea friends stopped by with a milk crate and got the bike propped up. It was good timing too, because I managed to tweak my lower back again.

We got the front tire off quickly and loaded the wheels into my car.
Tomorrow, I will take them in to get new tires!