Woke this morning and the sky is crying, should have seen the signs. Out to the garage, today's order of business; pull airbox, check plugs, check vacuum lines, reinstall the previous and install the new battery, fresh oil in the sight glass. Done, done and done.
Sometimes we see the goal, and overlook the obstacles in between, today would be that day. I very much want this bike up and running, due to Triumphs poorly held resale value I have a firm set number in mind. That includes new tires, which will be the last purchase before registering and insurance. Realistically, the dmv fees and insurance are not included in my ''firm numbers".
Today's work to date brought me to just shy of $100. The moisture running down my cheeks was not rain, but the realization that I now needed another week of waiting for parts. I'll get back to that in a minute.
Key in and on, lights on, sidestand down and clutch pulled in, some clicks and Humm, gingerly press the starter, vrr rr rr, engine spins freely, oil light goes off, MIL stays lit and no fire. Not even a hint of fire. Just the sound of compression release in the headers. Also noticed the overflow tank was dry, just figured it was low.
Almost by divine providence my cell rings. A good friend, a brother calling to share about his new brit bike conquests. We chat a bit, I update him on my quest. He suggests a good troubleshooting trail to follow, as he is more up to date than I on FI Triumphs I follow his lead. All the fuses meter out, I pull and reseat the relays; more habit than necessity. Then just put the test leads to the FI pump power connector. Here we are, power at the header but no FI pump spool up.
Also will need to service the cooling system, I think they should be stored dry judging by what I'm finding. Look at the sludge pic and judge for yourself.
Off to order parts, there seem to be some good kits on ebay, $50 VS $400+ for oem. Still need a $20 gasket and a $50 fuel filter. Add it to the bottom line, we're going in, weapons hot...
Unlike my Daytona friend who I believe started riding in 2000, I've been afore the mast since 1984. That first bike gave me good service, a 76 cb750 something like 60,000 miles in two years, bug bit deep, deeper than the self destruction I was courting since before HS. Moving deeper into riding and machinery, I met a gent named Indian Bill, due to his generosity I got turned onto shovelheads.
You might wonder what kind of generosity a old biker might show a youngin' ? Well you might say we shared a drink, or a smoke, the more cynical might point out he let me live. Well that would all be correct about him, but what that man did was hand me the keys to his one sole prized possession and say, ''take her for a spin, you might change your mind''. I did, he did, and I found a new religion. Within a year I had my own shovelhead, and nothing left for self destruction.
This may seem a divergence, but it comes back together in Vermont.
These 3 holes belong in the airbox bottom, I could see one for drainage. The slime....
OOh looke a custom signature !
Last edited by andrewb; 05-05-2019 at 04:14 PM.