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I know the SBK world super bikes has a race at Donnington Park this week end, unfortunatly I don't get paid until next Monday, or I would have done my best to get there. I'll be watching live on eurosport tv as usual.
Si
01/09/08

The front brake is not as bad since I removed the caliper pistons totaly, but there is a slight touch of the pad on the disc (rotor) I don't think it's a problem, but as it seems to rubbing at one point only when the front wheel it turned, either one of the discs are warped or maybe a bit of grit got in when I replaced the discs on the wheel (a warped wheel is very unlikly but possable, also possable is wheel bearings). I'll rip them apart soon (might even replace them as well as the brake pistons. To check disc for warpage I put disc on a plate of glass and look for cracks. Think I'll replace another set of pads too. No cash until Monday, so I'll need to take another MOT test, but no problem. Thing is, if the pads are new, they will rub until bedded in. Best if I book test a few miles away this time.

I've still got problems with computers but you've got new photo's of a very nice Suzuki Hayabusa with Nitrous, and thre's another Triumph Rocket III 2.3ltr triple and a B.S.A. Gold Flash from Foxys diner, the Triumph page, & the B.S.A. pages
Si
04/09/08

Got the long awaiting photo's on how to bleed a hydraulic disc brake system. I'll add more when I get my new caliper seals fitted, and I'll show why the brakes were binding
I know the bearings are ok as there was no knocking when turning when riding. There is no play when holding forks and trying to move wheel side to side. I have also decided the wheel is not warped as there was no front end wabble when riding (plus wheel looks ok when spun when propped above the ground). Therefore it's the disc which was letting the disc rubbing against pad! Only two things can cause that, either the disc is warped, or had a bit grit behind the wheel when fitted.
Si
06-09-08

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Si (owner, and builder of this site)

Bikes I've owned and maintained since 1980
(no, I don't still have them all)
AJS 350 Model 16 (1959)
Honda CB100n
Honda CB 125t
Honda CD1Honda CB 125s
H75 (cost me a tenner)
Honda CB 550/four (2 K3s & 1 F2)
Honda 750/four
Honda 750 four Stage 2 kit 860cc bore (chopped)
Honda 750/four, full Yoshi kit
Honda VFR750 (two of those)
Suzuki GT 250 (three of those)
Suzuki GT 380
Suzuki GN 400 (customized)
Yamaha RX125
Yamaha XS 250 (two of those)
Yamaha XS 650, bored 887 (chopped)
Yamaha XJ600s (diversion/Seca II)
Kawasaki AR80 (don't even ask)
and the Kwaka below

My ride: Kawasaki GPZ RX1000 (first of the ZX10s)
My RX is going to be 22 this year, & still fun to ride.
Mods include Ohlins braided hoses polished s/arm and hangers

Engine

Brake
Pt1-bleeding

cooling system

fairings

Think there are a few I missed too like a VW trike the Guiller a Yamaha 400 Genesis, and a Francis Barnett too, but those I don't count as I never got them on the road

This goes out for ALL the brothers & sisters we have lost

I saw you,
hug your purse closer to you in the grocery store line.
But, you didn't see me,
put an extra $10.00 in the collection plate last Sunday.

I saw you,
pull your child closer when we passed each other on the sidewalk.
But, you didn't see me,
playing Santa at the local mall.

I saw you,
change your mind about going into the restaurant.
>But, you didn't see me,
when I took time off from work to run toys to the homeless.

I saw you,
stare at my long hair.
But, you didn't see me,
and my friends cut ten inches off for Locks of Love.

I saw you,
roll your eyes at our leather coats and gloves.
But, you didn't see me,
and my brothers donate our old coats and gloves to those that had
none.

I saw you,
look in fright at my tattoos.
But, you didn't see me,
cry as my children were born and have their names written over and
in my
heart.

I saw you,
change lanes while rushing off to go somewhere.
But, you didn't see me,
going home to be with my family.

I saw you,
complain about how loud and noisy our bikes can be.
But, you didn't see me,
when you were changing the CD and drifted into my lane.

I saw you,
yelling at your kids in the car.
But, you didn't see me,
pat my child's hands, knowing he was safe behind me.

I saw you,
reading the newspaper or map as you drove down the road.
But, you didn't see me,
squeeze my wife's leg when she told me to take the next turn.

I saw you,
race down the road in the rain.
But, you didn't see me,
get soaked to the skin so my son could have the car to go on his
date.

I saw you,
run the yellow light just to save a few minutes of time.
But, you didn't see me,
trying to turn right.

I saw you,
cut me off because you needed to be in the lane I was in.
But, you didn't see me,
leave the road.

I saw you,
waiting impatiently for my friends to pass.
But, you didn't see me.
I wasn't there.

I saw you,
go home to your family.
But, you didn't see me.
Because, I died that day you cut me off.