It's a runner!
Woo hoo!
The replacement carbs arrived today, thanks to Victorian Motorcycle Wreckers.
Guys and gals - if you want to get parts for your bike in a hurry at a reasonable cost go to them. Fantastic service and great communication. Keith is a really nice guy to deal with and went the extra mile to make sure that I had my carbs in double-quick time.
I've gotten a set of Mikuni BDST36's from the RF900 Manta Ray special, which is the highest powered RF900 of them all. So its got the big jets and stuff. AUD$350 and less than 30,000 kms on them. AUD$55 shipping. Bought on Friday, arrived Wednesday morning. They look new...
Taking the old carbs off was a piece of piss. The only tricky thing was getting the new ones on, which was solved by placing an old towel over the carb mouths, then a block of wood over that, then gently using the rubber mallet to get the carbs back into the rubbers. Worked a trick.
Oh - and also, it appears that the European spec carbs butterflies rotate opposite to the American spec ones - so when I first wired up the throttle cables the butterflies wouldn't turn properly - but easily solved.
So I got it back together, and turned the key on. It turned over - nothing for 20 seconds - and then roared into life!
And it runs GREAT!!!!!
Off-idle throttle doesn't have that hitch that it used to have, the idle is smoother, and its so much smoother through the rev range. Well, up to about 9,000 rpm that is - its raining in Upper Hutt tonight and on my short test ride it kept spinning up the tyres once it hit 9,000 so I couldn't go any higher revs.
But I'm on the road again!
I am SOOOOO looking forward to riding to work again tomorrow - I don't care that it might be raining.
And the whole job only took just over an hour.
I'll clean the gargre up in the weekend.
yippeeeeeeee.............
And I to my motorcycle parked like the soul of the junkyard. Restored, a bicycle fleshed with power, and tore off. Up Highway 106 continually drunk on the wind in my mouth. Wringing the handlebar for speed, wild to be wreckage forever.
- James Dickey, Cherrylog Road.
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