I aren't really tired just yet and Riff Raff's gotta work early tomorrow, so rather than chase her around the bedroom all night, I thought she'd better get some sleep.
Right, it's time to do some much needed prep on the MiniMoto before the 19th, got some humble pie that needs regurgitating. So I put the bike up on the nifty, clamping work bench and get stuck in.
Three bolts later and the (broken) factory pipe's off and thrown in the nearest rubbish bin. Wont be needing that bit again. Pop off the fuel line, 5 bolts at the the bottom of the motor and the whole thing is sitting on the other bench, out of the bike. Hmmmm, 5 minutes down. Two allen screws, the carbs off and I find the source of last weekends shenanigans. When I bought the bike of Greg at Xtreme Machines, the first thing he said to me was "Fit a fuel filter!" Twelve months later and I still haven't got one. The fuel tap had so much crap in it, it just couldn't flow enough fuel.
Sorry MotoRacer, that's sheer negligence on my part and I owe you a decent ride.
So now the carb's off the motor, might as well pull the clutch off and have a look. No wear to speak of which is nice but I hear them new adjustable two shoe critters are the go so there's not much point in putting the old one back on, let's dig a little deeper.
4 more allen screws, the barrel/head assembly (they're one piece as stock on a chinker) is sitting there, thumb sized piston waving around on the end of the rod. I think I'll be putting an ignition advance flywheel key in at some stage so I'd better remove that too. Center bolt, quick pry with a SnapOn screwdriver (tool lovers the world over will love the irony) and the flywheel's off.
Well would you look at that, the cases are held together by 4 allen screws. 30 seconds later and the cases are held together by a not too stuborn gasket and a couple of crank seals. Then, whoopsee, that came to bits easy! And the whole thing's stripped. I've run out of bits to pull off. Check of the watch, 26 minutes. Bugger.
Anyway, the moral of my story is this, the main bearings are fucked. They feel like someone's packed them with sand. What a shame.
If the camera batteries weren't dead I'd show you a really cool pic of my motor in a million (12) bits.
Oh yeah and Aff-man? Remember how I said I'd keep it stock for one more meeting? *Puts on best Arnie in Commando voice* "I lied!"![]()
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