Last week two kids came into the shop... wanting to know how to get valves out. Since they didn't have the proper tool, I described the ol' deepwell socket and hammer method.
They came back again yesterday. "How do you free a stuck engine?"
Recalling Laxdad's post, I stated several methods.
"Oh, we can't do that, we have the engine out of the frame."
""I'd like to help you guys out.... just what kind of bike do you have?""
"Umm.. the old guy that gave it to us said it was an SX1100."
"" Do you mean an XS1100? ...the most powerful street machine next to Speed Racer's fabulous Mach 5! An XS1100?""
"Yeah, that's it... XS1100. He also said there was something Special about it."
Now, My Brothers and only friends... Your humble narrator immediately took a few steps backwards, lest these fine boys hear the gears spinning in my melon as I try to figure a scheme to part them from their undeserved windfall.
""And just where is this fine machine?""
"It's at home, but we have the engine in the back of our truck."
""Let's have a looksee, shall we?""
...shame that those two boys had to see a grown man cry. They had broken off several fins on the cylinder head in the process of removing it, the cam bearing surfaces were shot, and there was a snapped off spark plug in one of the holes. (Not just snapped off porcelan..., the threaded part of the plug was in the hole, but the hexhead part was gone! I have never seen that before)
The engine itself was no better. The timing plate on the crank was shattered, and the cylinders were so rusted honing was out of the question. Looking down the cam chain hole, I could see the whole crankcase filled with mud. (I pulled out the hankie and started crying again)
They had gotten the bike from an old farmer... was underwater when the river flooded 5 years ago, and had sat outside ever since.
Made them an offer. "Give the bike to me(someone who truly deserves it), and I'll give you an old Yama DT125 that I have taking up space in my yard... kicks over, has spark, and I have the title."
They dropped off the bike at work this afternoon. One engine, two wheels, a stripped bare frame, and 6 buckets/milk crates full of muddy parts. I cried until I laughed.
So... I'm now the proud owner of my first Special, a '79. I have now finally seen(after hearing you all bitch about it) just what a fuel line octopus looks like. (several descriptive military terms come to mind, but I shant print them here)
Shall inspect and inventory tomorrow. May rebuild... or part out.
They came back again yesterday. "How do you free a stuck engine?"
Recalling Laxdad's post, I stated several methods.
"Oh, we can't do that, we have the engine out of the frame."
""I'd like to help you guys out.... just what kind of bike do you have?""
"Umm.. the old guy that gave it to us said it was an SX1100."
"" Do you mean an XS1100? ...the most powerful street machine next to Speed Racer's fabulous Mach 5! An XS1100?""
"Yeah, that's it... XS1100. He also said there was something Special about it."
Now, My Brothers and only friends... Your humble narrator immediately took a few steps backwards, lest these fine boys hear the gears spinning in my melon as I try to figure a scheme to part them from their undeserved windfall.
""And just where is this fine machine?""
"It's at home, but we have the engine in the back of our truck."
""Let's have a looksee, shall we?""
...shame that those two boys had to see a grown man cry. They had broken off several fins on the cylinder head in the process of removing it, the cam bearing surfaces were shot, and there was a snapped off spark plug in one of the holes. (Not just snapped off porcelan..., the threaded part of the plug was in the hole, but the hexhead part was gone! I have never seen that before)
The engine itself was no better. The timing plate on the crank was shattered, and the cylinders were so rusted honing was out of the question. Looking down the cam chain hole, I could see the whole crankcase filled with mud. (I pulled out the hankie and started crying again)
They had gotten the bike from an old farmer... was underwater when the river flooded 5 years ago, and had sat outside ever since.
Made them an offer. "Give the bike to me(someone who truly deserves it), and I'll give you an old Yama DT125 that I have taking up space in my yard... kicks over, has spark, and I have the title."
They dropped off the bike at work this afternoon. One engine, two wheels, a stripped bare frame, and 6 buckets/milk crates full of muddy parts. I cried until I laughed.
So... I'm now the proud owner of my first Special, a '79. I have now finally seen(after hearing you all bitch about it) just what a fuel line octopus looks like. (several descriptive military terms come to mind, but I shant print them here)
Shall inspect and inventory tomorrow. May rebuild... or part out.
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