finesse shminesse
Posted: Sat Sep 23, 2006 2:02 pm
I awoke this morning gripped by the sudden and desperately urgent need to tinker. It is a sad and debilitating form of OCD that grips us all to certain degrees and medically speaking is directly attributed to long term motorcycle ownership.
I am sure you know what I'm talking about. How many of you remember getting a brand new bike home and not being able to sleep properly till you at least 'got it nekkid'. (took off the plastics and had a look around.)
Well I am no different. I bought "G-rex" (a pet name for my gpz1000rx which I in my own wankerish way believe reflects both it's age and nastiness. ie. a dinosaur of sorts with a very nasty bite)
about a month ago and have been learning it's ins and outs since. It usually takes me about 3-6 months before I am 'happy' on a bike and have learned it's little idiosyncracies.
G-rex is largely schmiko. Very good condition for a 20 year old suffering only from 80s suspension and weight. (a little overweight and very stiff - a bit like me.) The only other thing that has shit me since i rode it home has been the exhaust. In typical old kwaka fashion it is constrictive and quiet. It sounds like a very angry sewing machine.
This is what I attempted to address this morning.
I removed the mufflers and took them to the workshop... (a table in the carport next to half a dozen industrially deaf parrots and budgies.) I then proceeded to drill out the rivets in the end caps to examine the interanls and hopefully let the poor thing breath a bit. An hour later after much tinkering i saw in also typically kwaka fashion that the whole show was much over-engineered and going to be a bitch to modify.
Back to the drawing board.
I re-riveted the end caps and opened a beer. I sat and looked at G-rex reclining on the grass and wondered how I was going to open up the pipes a little.
Then it struck me.
Pics attached.
Worked wonderfully, not too loud, not too quiet, and a little less restricted.
I am sure you know what I'm talking about. How many of you remember getting a brand new bike home and not being able to sleep properly till you at least 'got it nekkid'. (took off the plastics and had a look around.)
Well I am no different. I bought "G-rex" (a pet name for my gpz1000rx which I in my own wankerish way believe reflects both it's age and nastiness. ie. a dinosaur of sorts with a very nasty bite)
about a month ago and have been learning it's ins and outs since. It usually takes me about 3-6 months before I am 'happy' on a bike and have learned it's little idiosyncracies.
G-rex is largely schmiko. Very good condition for a 20 year old suffering only from 80s suspension and weight. (a little overweight and very stiff - a bit like me.) The only other thing that has shit me since i rode it home has been the exhaust. In typical old kwaka fashion it is constrictive and quiet. It sounds like a very angry sewing machine.
This is what I attempted to address this morning.
I removed the mufflers and took them to the workshop... (a table in the carport next to half a dozen industrially deaf parrots and budgies.) I then proceeded to drill out the rivets in the end caps to examine the interanls and hopefully let the poor thing breath a bit. An hour later after much tinkering i saw in also typically kwaka fashion that the whole show was much over-engineered and going to be a bitch to modify.
Back to the drawing board.
I re-riveted the end caps and opened a beer. I sat and looked at G-rex reclining on the grass and wondered how I was going to open up the pipes a little.
Then it struck me.
Pics attached.
Worked wonderfully, not too loud, not too quiet, and a little less restricted.