Clutch Drag?

Champ says...

Sounds like a fucked clutch cable to me. On the Gixxer engine the clutch
worm drive on the left side of the engine can jump a notch, giving
dragging symptoms. I found this on Adie's Bandit and have seen it happen
on other Gixxer type engines before. It usually happens when the cable
has been badly adjusted in the past.

 

It was somewhere around Barstow, on the edge of the desert, when the
drugs began to take hold. I remember Steve P

Stretched cable. Replace the cable and be amazed at the difference.
Fwiw, 36k on a clutch is nothing unless you're a wheelie king, eh Molly?

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Dave

GS 850 x2 / SE 6a
SbS#6 DIAABTCOD#16 APOSTLE#6 FUB#3
FUB KotL OSOS#12? UKRMMA#19 COSOC#10

 

It was somewhere around Barstow, on the edge of the desert, when the

Great, innit?

You have achieved level 3.

Now you can take a drag of your rollup, shrug your shoulders inside your
brown (but tastefully oil-stained and boil washed) overalls and mutter
"fuckin' amateurs".

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Dave

GS 850 x2 / SE 6a
SbS#6 DIAABTCOD#16 APOSTLE#6 FUB#3
FUB KotL OSOS#12? UKRMMA#19 COSOC#10

 

It was somewhere around Barstow, on the edge of the desert, when the

Hoyuss; a half inch file is the necessary tool then. Fwiw, I've done
this on a couple of bikes and it did make a bit of a difference; but
they have to be quite well fucked first.

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Dave

GS 850 x2 / SE 6a
SbS#6 DIAABTCOD#16 APOSTLE#6 FUB#3
FUB KotL OSOS#12? UKRMMA#19 COSOC#10

 

You've seen me work, aintcha? I will not do brown overalls though -
they conform far too closely to the previous generation's old boys.
That, and the brown dust coat habitually swaddling the "engineering
consultant" variety of old boy, who would gleefully do .mm to thou
conversions in his head, then reel off the tap drill sizes required -
'cos there was no such things as helicoils then.

Mined yew, the foul critter who taught me to weld, one "Dirty Keith"
was atypical of the breed, preferring holey woolly jumpers (hot metal)
and holey gaberdine trews (battery acid)(1). His feet lived in a pair
of brown foundry boots - without laces, so he could just kick one off
should a globule of molten metal or slag run down inside the boot.

He taught me about the boots, how to stick weld thin stuff, how to do
a "Rambo Start" with a Stihl Saw - and how to disgust people merely by
using inappropriate expressions or natural bodily functions.
And scratching.

I have a hundred amusing stories of my time with DK - recovering cars
abandoned by pissheads to embarrassed to get them themselves, welding
a spiral fire escape in situ up the outside of a building and having
to wait while each step cooled before sitting on it to weld the next
one, discovering the "Limited Grip Differential" fitted to a Granada
towcar in a muddy lane, dismantling, trailering and re-erecting a
full-sized Nissen hut in a field, trying to tow a dead Cortina with a
barely-alive Cortina without attaching the rope to the towcar, it
being held by a burly builder who fell/was yanked out the back of the
estate towcar seven times in 50 yards ... Christ we had some laughs.


Although I may aspire to level 3, I fear I will never truly attain it
as I am not nearly worthy as the blokes who have gone before. When
somebody presents me a problem, I don't usually _know_ the answer. I
don't have the breadth of experience, I guess. I break out in a cold
sweat and mutter imprecations - and set to. The solution just occurs,
generally - and generally without applying force sufficient to break
the item, these days. It used to be a lump hammer, but now it tends
to be a small, sharp cold chisel and a little hammer ;-)


1. A SO Dolly Sprint of mine had a battery problem and I cba to get
the nearly-knackered one out, so I drove it around for weeks with a
'slave' battery in the passenger footwell, connected by heavy jump
leads that ran through the open quarterlight and under the bonnet to
the battery and engine earth ... the leads weren't always disconnected
and the slave battery must have been 'breathing' a bit one day,
because Keith's trousers literally fell off his arse the day after I
gave him a lift. The backs of the knees disintegrated when he bent
over the fridge in the sandwich shop, and by the time he hirpled back
into his workshop dragging at his string belt, the world was in no
doubt that he was a regular commando ...

 

Do that thing. The moral support of just having Yer Olde Dad there is
good. Having someone with half a clue to bounce ideas off, almost
invaluable. Threaten to bribe him with coffee or beer or both -
appeal to his fatherly impulses ;-)

 

(William Grainger) struggled to ejaculate:

Time I sat by the fire and started telling stories again, I reckon.

 

Pip wrote

Go and see the kids and spend time being nice to them? After what they
have done to me over the years? They can get a man in.

 

The clutch on the 750R dragged when the bolts holding the slave
cylinder on worked loose, and on the CBRthou when the fluid was old.

Do new bikes till have cable clutches, then? How quaint.
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Quaint?

Bwaahaahaa!

As opposed to 'unnecessarily overcomplicated and prone to going
wrong', you mean?

 

Look, it was just an account with an ISP - get over it.

A bit. Tho it has to be said, I'm not *totally* convinced about your
sincerity...