DR350 fun

The other day, I turned my ’78 KL250 into a sweet 1991 DR350. Magic!

It’s hanging out with my Hawk:

I’m 5’4″ so it’s a wee bit tall for me, especially with that fancy seat. 🙂
It’s been many years since I did any off-road riding (and back when I did, it wasn’t much) so I’m really excited about getting back into it.

Pugsly likes bike parts! Yum!

Got 2″ lowering links for the DR and installed them yesterday at a friend’s house.

Measured stuff

Got the DR up on a stand

Got the old links off and set them next to my shiny new 2″ lowering links.
They don’t look much longer. Hmmm.

Got the new links on and torqued down

My friend’s doggie kept an eye out for danger

The links got me about 1.5″ lower.
We adjusted the suspension a bunch and ended up around 34.5″.
I can now touch with tippy toes with both feet, so that’s definitely better.
Now I need a shorter kickstand!

RD Aliiiiiiive!

Got up yesterday morning and felt good.

It finally wasn’t raining, and as I was taking a nice brisk early walk to the Farmer’s Market after I had coffee, I got a text message from some friends inviting me over for french toast breakfast – it was gonna be a good day! We had yummy french toast, went to the farmers market where I got some fresh corn, tomatoes, and pet some doggies. Then I went home and another friend came over to help with the RD.

We did some running around getting gas in the gas can and some bolts for the license plate holder.

Time to make pre-mix! 32:1 and measuring cup out!

That is one ug-ly inside of tank, but found out that it can take quite a bit more than two gallons.
That’s bettern’ my Hawk! Doubt it’ll get as good gas mileage though. Ha!

One thing I forgot was to make a strap for the battery.
So, electrical tape it was. For now.

Time to cross fingers and see if she goes!

SHE’S ALIIIIIIVE! ALIIIIIIIIIIIIIIVE!
(sort of)

That’s one of my fellow Howlers, Steve, commenting in the background. ha!

It started again a couplea times, then the lights went super dim and it was a no-go.
I have the battery on charge overnight and will try again tomorrow.
I’m hoping the battery is just lame, but from its behavior, its prolly some other issue.
Still crossing fingers and excited!

(some gratuitous ring-ding-ding of the spiky bike :mrgreen::
)

riding on

There are some days when you get on your motorcycle and as you sit, you feel a ‘click,’ a noticeable change and you settle down, lean forward, put your hands on the grips and start the bike. Kickstand up, roll throttle slowly on, feet up and off you go. The road rolls under you in a comfortable rhythm and a peace settles in; all is right with your world.

I am tired. Physically pooped. Running around Friday evening, staying up way past my bedtime and not getting near enough sleep to feel recuperated in the slightest Saturday morning did not make me want to do anything except lie around and watch movies all day..

Coffee does not break through the morning haze.
But it’s time to ride.

Jacket on, helmet in hand, keys.
Pack the tank bag and make sure water is in there.
It’s 10° above normal at a painful 107° and a day of motoring around greater Phoenix-land is planned.

By the time I get to my friend’s garage, I’m sticking to my perf jacket. I peel myself out of my gear and set it on the bike, hoping that the jacket will protect the seat from getting to that ass-burning temperature.
But no time for socializing! It’s kickstands up and off we go!

The event is rather uneventful. I sit on some shiny bikes, drool over the newest latest and greatest, fall in love three or four times. We leave to return to the garage and tend to a misbehaving front brake.

Sorry about your front brake! See you soon!

And then there were three.

Have a good dinner! See you soon!

And then there were two.

And the two are off for a late afternoon Bartlett Lake ride.
Two worn out riders make their way through the desert heat to meet an Irishman.

The Bartlett Lake ride is quite nice. Full of long sweepers, with some slower corners and a lot of shrubbery trying to confuse you at corner apexes. Unfortunately, we have an escort for much of the ride, so are forced to behave like responsible adults. The ride through the hills is lovely with the saguaro standing at attention on the hillsides. We park at the boat launch and sit for some time at the lake edge. The water is still warm enough for a swim and there are campers with tents and a fire enjoying the early evening.

With nightfall approaching, we straddle our bikes once again and head back through the mountains.
The sun is just settling below the horizon and as we ride the sky changes from robin’s egg blue to pastel shades of pinks and purples and oranges and yellows. The saguaros and mesquites are silhouetted against the twilight sky.
We ride smoothly on.
And all is right with the world.