try I'm motarded
try I'm motarded
To see a life newly created.To watch it grow and prosper. Isn't that the greatest gift a human being can be given?
The potential is there for us to bring it up: http://www.kiwibiker.co.nz/forums/sh...ad.php?t=82422
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.
Right, wheres this thing currently located? As it stands Clivoris is coming up from Porirua to palmy, and could bring it up, we're meeting him there and coming back up to Auckland... The transport thread
I can still pick this up but won't be in Wellytown now until after the school holidays. If you guys can pick it up before then, please do. Any probs let me know and I will still do it in a couple of weeks or so.
"Twilight's like soccer. They run around for two hours, nobody scores, and a billion fans insist you just don't understand"
Currently thew quad is in the hands of me ol mate Riffer. Thanks guys but methinks if I pick it up BEFORE end of holidays a couple of kids will kill me--
To see a life newly created.To watch it grow and prosper. Isn't that the greatest gift a human being can be given?
Grrr. Bloody thing needs a bit of work before it'll even start and go properly.
Need to strip the carb and I have about a million hours work to do this weekend AND it'll be shite weather this weekend too.
Kids NOT happy.
Tony - I took the seat off to check the oil level. Turns out it's had the oil tank removed and the inlet pipe from the oil coiled up and tied up at the motor.
If you throw petrol and oil into the tank at a 30:1 mix is that still going to do the same thing? Or are we looking at a problem here?
I flushed the carb out but it's still not starting so I'll clean out the jets and replace the spark plug (it's filthy - bloody smokers).
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.
MATE--wot kinda mechanic are ya?
Drain the tank, drain the carb,clean out the jets -all of em. Put a new plug in and wammo itll go.
To see a life newly created.To watch it grow and prosper. Isn't that the greatest gift a human being can be given?
Did all those.
Turns out the petrol was shite. D'oh. That's what I get for being a cheap bastard and trying to use the existing petrol.
Thanks for the advice on removing the second pilot jet - it runs quite well without it.
Tim experienced his first wheelie followed by his first highside. Jumped up straight away and shouted "That was fricken awesome!"
Unfortunately I was snapped shortly after showing him the right way to wheelie a quad.
Apparently that's not very responsible.![]()
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.
ROTFLMAO--ohh er--mate thats why ya take em to a park
To see a life newly created.To watch it grow and prosper. Isn't that the greatest gift a human being can be given?
Yes well, Tim's lost skin on his shoulder, knee, elbow and hip.
Gini most philosophical about the whole thing. Gave him the arnica. Tim went to bed tonight insistent that it didn't hurt at all and that he was spending tomorrow mastering the quad.
We'll see how much he hurts tomorrow morning when all the bruises come up.
All part of life's rich learning experiences.He'll be fine. He's loving it.
Of course I'm gonna have to buy one now. And his uncle didn't help tonight by offering him his pit bike for a couple of weeks too...
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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