My fork seals have been fork leaks for a while now, and I've demurred on a couple of rides because I had doubts, so I got into them today. Pushed F*****g B***h to the driveway, jacked up the front, grimmaced at the fork oil all over the front end, and disassembled everything. Rigged up the 19mm tool, got everything loose, took the wire keeper out of the slider, and easily pried the seal out. Excited, I opened the new seals and noticed it didn't seem big enough. It went in tooo easily, in fact, was rattling around in the seal groove. Damn! Then I noticed that XS1100 was not listed among the numerous Yammies it fit. Oh well, it will fit the XV500 I have.
Okay, let's do the other one, so that all I need to do is put in the new seals when I get them. This one was a booger to get out. Lots of prying, cussing, and abusive force. Finally, I got an edge to budge and got it out. Then I noticed that among the pieces was the wire keeper, which I had failed to lift out, and which had been obscurred by the oil/dirt mess.
It's now ten at night and I need to close up the garage. But I can't move Effing B, and she's in the driveway, which was great this afternoon when I planned to be done in a couple of hours, but won't be so great tomorrow, when we're all gone to school and work. She'll be fine under a sheet, right?
This is probably why my wife always tells me to take it to a professional. I don't think I'll relate this little story to her...not right away, in any event.
Okay, let's do the other one, so that all I need to do is put in the new seals when I get them. This one was a booger to get out. Lots of prying, cussing, and abusive force. Finally, I got an edge to budge and got it out. Then I noticed that among the pieces was the wire keeper, which I had failed to lift out, and which had been obscurred by the oil/dirt mess.
It's now ten at night and I need to close up the garage. But I can't move Effing B, and she's in the driveway, which was great this afternoon when I planned to be done in a couple of hours, but won't be so great tomorrow, when we're all gone to school and work. She'll be fine under a sheet, right?
This is probably why my wife always tells me to take it to a professional. I don't think I'll relate this little story to her...not right away, in any event.
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