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The petcock is leaking. Drip.................Drip.............Drip.
About one drip per 8 seconds or so. I'm sure more than enough to flood out some carbs overnight.
Oh, and I never reset the idle mix screws when I got my carbs back from Do Lee. So those came back in to 1/2 turn.
And then I tore my fuel line T in half that ran to both carbs from the right petcock. Bought new stuff to route both carbs to the middle and up to a vertically mounted inline filter, then over the boots the the petcock.
Then it started. And ran good.
So what's next? Test Ride.
Got about 1 mile from the house. Was only going 2 or 3 total since it's dark and Friday night. (Boozers are out) Bike started sputtering. F**K I mumbled to myself. Must be flooding out I mumble under my helmet. So I pulled in the clutch and coasted into a side street and turned around facing back towards home. Then, wonder of all wonders, the bike wouldn't start back up. Dead Battery. So I call back to the house. "Load up the kids, my gas can, and the jumper cables". There was not a happy tone on the other end of the phone. Being that the kids were already in pajamas and heading to bed it wasn't the best timing in the world. Either way she dutifully loaded up the goods and came to my rescue. While I was waiting I got a few "Hey dude, you need help?" I don't like talking to people when the streetlight is in my eye and I can only see sillhouettes of 3 or 4 dudes in a car with the trunk bumping so loud I could barely hear the "Hey dude" part. "She's coming down the road right now" I say, with the cell on my ear. I mumble into it to play the part. Anyway, she gets there and I have to convince her you don't jump a bike with the car running. After putting in some gas and hooking up the cables I've got plenty of juice but she's not firing. I figured it's flooded too much and thankfully she can't see the problem on my face since the hood is up. I play with it about five minutes. For grins, I looked over the bike at the right petcock to make sure it was really on. Then, with the bright headlights of the car pointed right at it, I see the problem. A kink. A damn kink in the hose. I live by murphy's laws. As they say, without bad luck I wouldn't have any luck at all. I pulled the tank up a little (thankfully I didn't take the time to screw it back down since I didn't have even a screwdriver on me) and unkinked the hose. Immediately I see fuel gurgling down the line. Give it a few seconds and turn it over. The 11 sputters once then growls to life.
I unhooked the jumper cables and put the seat and side cover back on then load all the supplies back in to the van. As I take off I run through a mud slick on the corner that was hiding in the grass. That was a good show. I wonder to my self if they make knobbies that would fit the 11 as I fishtail my bike for about 20 feet trying to aim back towards the pavement.
Once I hit the pavement I opened her back up pretty good. Speedo still isn't fixed and I wasn't counting gears. Somewhere around "ok that feels fast enough" I pulled in the clutch to downshift. The bike stuck itself about 5K rpms. Great, a vaccuum leak I get to track down. Or a stuck slide. Who knows. I had to bog it down with the clutch and brakes. Once it pulled down to 3K in 1st it finally settled back into rhythm. I finished settling the motor down right at the entrance to my street. Turn in and troll it to my driveway. Pull up to the garage. Bogged it down too much and killed it. Wouldn't start back up 'cause the battery isn't charged back up yet. Manually have to roll it into the garage. Put it on the trickle charger and shut the door.
Sorry for the book but I don't have anyone else handy to tell the story to right now. Time to quit and start packing for our camping trip tomorrow.
Not to self: I replaced the vacuum caps with new ones. Seemed to run smoother at idle after that and adjust the idle speed down. Need to re-sync the carbs and then go WOT to check for that stuck rpm problem. Oh, and order a petcock repair kit.
Good night to all. Thanks for sticking in with me.
The petcock is leaking. Drip.................Drip.............Drip.
About one drip per 8 seconds or so. I'm sure more than enough to flood out some carbs overnight.
Oh, and I never reset the idle mix screws when I got my carbs back from Do Lee. So those came back in to 1/2 turn.
And then I tore my fuel line T in half that ran to both carbs from the right petcock. Bought new stuff to route both carbs to the middle and up to a vertically mounted inline filter, then over the boots the the petcock.
Then it started. And ran good.
So what's next? Test Ride.
Got about 1 mile from the house. Was only going 2 or 3 total since it's dark and Friday night. (Boozers are out) Bike started sputtering. F**K I mumbled to myself. Must be flooding out I mumble under my helmet. So I pulled in the clutch and coasted into a side street and turned around facing back towards home. Then, wonder of all wonders, the bike wouldn't start back up. Dead Battery. So I call back to the house. "Load up the kids, my gas can, and the jumper cables". There was not a happy tone on the other end of the phone. Being that the kids were already in pajamas and heading to bed it wasn't the best timing in the world. Either way she dutifully loaded up the goods and came to my rescue. While I was waiting I got a few "Hey dude, you need help?" I don't like talking to people when the streetlight is in my eye and I can only see sillhouettes of 3 or 4 dudes in a car with the trunk bumping so loud I could barely hear the "Hey dude" part. "She's coming down the road right now" I say, with the cell on my ear. I mumble into it to play the part. Anyway, she gets there and I have to convince her you don't jump a bike with the car running. After putting in some gas and hooking up the cables I've got plenty of juice but she's not firing. I figured it's flooded too much and thankfully she can't see the problem on my face since the hood is up. I play with it about five minutes. For grins, I looked over the bike at the right petcock to make sure it was really on. Then, with the bright headlights of the car pointed right at it, I see the problem. A kink. A damn kink in the hose. I live by murphy's laws. As they say, without bad luck I wouldn't have any luck at all. I pulled the tank up a little (thankfully I didn't take the time to screw it back down since I didn't have even a screwdriver on me) and unkinked the hose. Immediately I see fuel gurgling down the line. Give it a few seconds and turn it over. The 11 sputters once then growls to life.
I unhooked the jumper cables and put the seat and side cover back on then load all the supplies back in to the van. As I take off I run through a mud slick on the corner that was hiding in the grass. That was a good show. I wonder to my self if they make knobbies that would fit the 11 as I fishtail my bike for about 20 feet trying to aim back towards the pavement.
Once I hit the pavement I opened her back up pretty good. Speedo still isn't fixed and I wasn't counting gears. Somewhere around "ok that feels fast enough" I pulled in the clutch to downshift. The bike stuck itself about 5K rpms. Great, a vaccuum leak I get to track down. Or a stuck slide. Who knows. I had to bog it down with the clutch and brakes. Once it pulled down to 3K in 1st it finally settled back into rhythm. I finished settling the motor down right at the entrance to my street. Turn in and troll it to my driveway. Pull up to the garage. Bogged it down too much and killed it. Wouldn't start back up 'cause the battery isn't charged back up yet. Manually have to roll it into the garage. Put it on the trickle charger and shut the door.
Sorry for the book but I don't have anyone else handy to tell the story to right now. Time to quit and start packing for our camping trip tomorrow.
Not to self: I replaced the vacuum caps with new ones. Seemed to run smoother at idle after that and adjust the idle speed down. Need to re-sync the carbs and then go WOT to check for that stuck rpm problem. Oh, and order a petcock repair kit.
Good night to all. Thanks for sticking in with me.
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