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You betcha compadre!! Out of curiousity I googled the repair side of the recall and Larry was right on target, Polaris is replacing COMPLETE steer units and not trying to rebuild the ones that are on the machines that are released!! GOOD FOR THEM!!! Thanks for taking good care of our Carbon One Polaris!!!! """"Dealers have now received the information and procedures for performing service to replace the entire steering rack for all Slingshot vehicles, as well as replacing both roll hoops for certain affected vehicles. The initial quantities of replacement service parts are now available for dealers to order. We still expect to have the vast majority of replacement service parts available for shipment to dealers by the end of January.""""

That Larry was talking about it in this other thread,, probably never even noticed this one.... http://www.venturerider.org/forum/watering-hole/95279-polaris-sling-shot-recall.html

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:clap2::clap2: A little bit of riding is better than no riding at all!!!! We gotta talk to these moderators about enforcing the :worthless:rule around here,,, discipline is going right out the window!!!

I sent VideoAz a PM today that I had checked both the 87 and Tweeks (83) and found they are completely different in backrest application.. I described exactly what the pictures above show - a slide in type for the 87.. Now I look at these pics and gotta ask,, would the MK1 rest bolt up to the area where the mounts on the pics above show if we could come up with a set of mounts for the Mk1???

Yea,,, but do any of those bedrooms come with Ghosties of crooks who were hanged in 1828 out front of a jail in Houston Alabama boohooohooo.. THANKS for the offer Midnight - it is greatly appreciated!!!

That grassy spot behind the jail house looks like a perfect place to get a good nights sleep!!!! THANKS FOR SHARING MIDNIGHT!!!

Does the headlight go dim when you hit the start button? If not, its probably a kickstand switch or something.. If the light stays bright when you hit the start button, try kicking the stand up, pulling the clutch in and out a couple times, rock er back and forth to make sure she is in neutral,, keep trying - she'll start...

Stop with the mind reading business already!!!!!

Stick with me bro,, the farther west ya go, the tougher the competition becomes and the easier they are to catch!!! I will say this though,, from my experience - bang for the buck - HANDS DOWN - LAGUNA!!!

Tonight we travel across the deep reaches of New Mexico with a Michigan couple on a motorcycle in search of the exotic and hunted almost into extinction,, the REAL 1/2 pound All American Hamburger.. Join us as Puc, Tippy and their faithful 1983 Yamaha Venture named Tweeks take you on an unforgettable trek across this desert region in what promises to encourage you to do the same!! Hi,, I am Curt Gowdy and this,, is the American Sportsman!! We left Roswell behind,, a little discouraged that we hadn't seen anything suspicious flying around in the New Mexico sky that night.. Having been let down by that and, seeing no sign of anything that looked like a possibility of an end to our hunt that our friend Curt now had us on, like a couple of gypsies - we moved on.. As we did, little did we know that a few miles ahead of us, an introduction to some real aliens to our country was about to take place.. As we pulled into Vaughn New Mexico, Tippy announced that her tummy was empty and she didnt think she could go the whole day without eating while we searched for the exotic Burgers.. We stopped for breakfast at a little joint in Vaughn.. When I pulled into the parking lot I felt Tweeks nudging me toward a brand new Harley that had been placed in front of the joint. Tweeks has this thing about parking around new bikes.. Its almost like she derives some kind of extra energy from them,, some type of strange osmosis thing happening.. I didnt fight her nudging, I have learned that its best to just let her have her way in those kinda of circumstances.. While I dropped Tweeks kickstand, I noticed the owner of the new Harley was heading our way.. Remembering some instances that happened during a couple Sturgis Rally's of the past that Tweeks and I worked thru together (got kicked out of several parking areas), I mumbled something like "whad ya get us into this time ol girl" under my breath.. Thankfully,, the owner of the Harley was a really nice guy.. He was from southern California and was traveling back from the Tail of the Dragon with his wife.. These folks were very well versed with cross country motorcycle touring.. As Tip and I chatted with them, They told us that they were traveling with some people a couple weeks early, somewhere closer to the east coast, and that one of the couples they were traveling with had gotten in an accident on their "Trike". Apparently, someone in a car had run a stop sign and "T-Boned" the couple and the lady riding on the back of the Trike was killed.. As we chatted about the accident it dawned on me that I had heard something about a similar, possibly the same, accident being talked about on VentureRider.. Our 2 new friends were on their way home from the funeral in Oklahoma for the lady who was killed and decided to go down to the Dragon afterwards. Kind of a memorial ride in memory of the woman who had lost her life to a Cager that wasnt paying attention. As chit chat turned to comparing our bikes and tales of the road started coming forth, Tip and Vances (owner of the Harley) wife stepped off to the side and got talking lady talk (I have no idea what women talk about with other women but there was plenty of qiggling going on). Vance was telling me they were just getting ready to trade their bike in for a brand new one as they were getting a few miles on this one.. Eyeballing Tweeks he inquired about her mileage.. I told him that I really was not sure cause her speedo had finally came unglued (after many times of lubricating and coaxing it out of spasms, Tweeks speedo had exploded internally back in Dennison TX) but that the 250 thousand or so miles on it was pretty close.. Vance was amazed at the real life stories of those miles that Tweeks stickers clearly explained.. He proudly signed one of them when asked if he would like to.. When you look at the picture of Vance standing next to his gorgeous Harley below, take special notice of the Charter Bus that pulled into the parking lot behind him.. This Charter Bus is about to play an important role in delivering what I consider my closest close encounter of the third kind,, and not very far out of Roswell!! As Tippy, Vances wife, Vance and I stood in the parking lot saying our goodbyes, a large group of people who were obviously not from the USA (they were all speaking some kind of Alien language) stepped off a bus.. As the group walked from the Charter Bus they had just departed and headed into the restaurant, two of them left the group, walked over and started pointing and talking about Tweeks in their Alien Language.. They stood there in the politest manner, waited till they caught my attention, the lady then softly spoke to me in broken english and explained that they were from Japan! They had noticed our bike sitting there as they pulled up and her husband wanted to know if he could take some pictures.. As we chatted and she interpreted for her husband, she told me that he LOVED motorcycles and was amazed at our old historic bike.. With my permission (the way its suppose to be) he carefully touched some of the stickers on Tweeks side, inquiring if we had ridden there before he moved on to the next one.. When he came to our Australian sticker I had to shake my head no and I tried to explain the story of how our friend, Aussie Annie, had brought that sticker from her homeland for Tweeks.. As his wife did her best to interpret this for him, He nodded in understanding - we bikers have our own language that transends across time and space,, proving that if and when we ever do find actual outerspace Aliens - it will probably be a biker who will be able to communicate with them.. My new Japanese friends hand paused for a second while his fingers passed over the "YAMAHA" name that is clearly stamped in the brake fluid master cylinder cover up on Tweeks handlebars.. His eyes lit up when I nodded and said "Yamaha - good stuff!!".. His wife distracted me for a second and announced "he has Harley in Japan".. I LAUGHED out loud - pointed over at Vances bike sitting behind him, looked at him and said "you - like that"? This kind hearted, smiling Japanese man laughed and nodded yes.. I laughed right back, pointed at Tweeks and said "Better Motorcycle" - we all laughed, including the Vance, the owner of that beautiful Harley!! As I stood there in the gorgeous New Mexico sunshine, next to a tired old 83 Yamaha Venture who was being admired by people from the far off land of her birth, the thought of how small our world has become occurred to me.. It is amazing how, even thru differences of culture and language barriers, we can still all see the beauty of sharing adventure in life together.. I knew just by looking in the eyes of this fine Japanese man that he too was a gear head and that he too would have, a million times over, rather be crossing the world on Tweeks back than sitting in the comfort of the air conditioning on a Tour Bus.. With that in mind, I asked them to sign Tweeks.. An amazing thing happened after they signed her,, something I have never encountered in all my days. This lovely couple stood back from Tweeks, side by side, at the same time and in a very serious manner - they bowed.. I am not sure why but it almost brought tears to my eyes.. I hugged them both, thanked them for their thoughtfulness and asked them to teach me their bow - they did!! After getting invited to come visit our new found friends in both California and in Japan, the party in the parking lot there in Vauhn New Mexico broke up. Tippy handed my a granola bar and announced she was ready to ride.. Apparently, she had shared some snacks with Vances wife and was no longer hungry.. My own hunger had subsided with feasting on Alien admiration, besides, there was this smell in the wind,, a daunting feeling of hamburgers running wild out there!!! We pulled out and headed in the direction of that odor.. A fair amount of debate has taken place thru the years about the Yamaha V-4's tendency to "whine" at certain RPM's.. I have worn out 5 of these 1st Gen Ventures (Tweeks being the 5th) and all of them have suffered this malady.. I personally have never found it to be an issue, as matter of fact, I like it.. To me, the "whine" is part of Tweeks personality.. Gear heads being gear heads though, we folks that are familiar with this noise LOVE to sit around and talk about it.. Its kinda of an understanding within the masses that I hang out with that the noise is produced because mother Yamaha chose to use straight cut gears on the clutch drive within the mighty V-4.. Their chosing to use straight cut gears has always appealed to me because straight cut gears are typically stronger and, being a very powerful bike, I have always said that Tweeks needs em!! As Tip and I traveled across New Mexico we came upon a truck carrying, as I pointed out to Tip, the new replacement gears for the ring gear on bikes like Tweeks who's owners have obviously gotten Yamaha to cut them a quieter set of helical cut gears.. I have many times over tried to explain to my friends that in order to obtain the strength required with helical cut gears, the gear would have to be mammoth in size.. I snapped these pics just to show my buddies that I wasn't kidding!! The sweet smell the prey we were searching got a lot stronger as we approached this little town called Albuquerque .. The search for the exotic beast had made me hungry and Tweeks was getting hungry too as we came out of the west side and headed back into the desert.. My fuel gauge tapped me on the shoulder and reminded me that she could clearly see the red (low fuel) warning light flashing, which had a way of making her nervous.. The gas stations on the ick-spressway known as "40" coming out of the west side of Albequrkee New Mexico seem to just stop appearing,, certainly not the usual type of town that has one at every exit.. I consoled Tippy and told her that I had a feeling that the perfect fuel station was just over the next hill.. A few miles later, as we, topped the next hill, we coasted into a fuel station as Tip breathed a sigh of relief (me too - I hate pushing).. The trace of our prey was as strong as it had been all day as we pulled out of the gas station and into the parking lot of the little building from where it appeared our target may have been hiding. While standing there talking, a couple pulled up on a bike and started staring at Tweeks, the rider stuck his hand out and said he was from a place called Santa Fe.. As we talked, he mentioned that we looked hungry and asked if we had ever had a Laguna Burger.. "Laguna" was the name that appeared on the building that he was pointing at and he announced that we simply had to try one!! Who would have ever thought that in a small town just west of Albuquerque New Mexico,Tip and I would find that almost extinct, totally exotic, half pound PLUS, All American Hamburger being served up by some of my American Indian relatives, the Laguna Indians - STOP THERE IF YOU HAPPEN TO BE PASSING THRU - TELL EM PUC, TIPPY and TWEEKS SENT CHA!! . After celebrating the victorious hunt that we had completed, we said goodbye to the folks who had helped us complete our search and headed west toward a place in New Mexico called the Petrified Forest National Park. The entrance of the Park was amazingly quiet as we pulled in.. Only a couple cars ahead of us and we thought it would be a rerun of Big Bend - no other bikers wanting to suffer the heat.. We toured around inside the park, taking in the shear beauty of the logs turned to stone and the vast overlooks across the desert region - GORGEOUS!! About half way thru the park, a big group of bikers came cruising thru.. I tapped Tip on the shoulder when I heard em and told her we were about to be invaded.. Big twin Harley's came in by the groups of 10 or so.. Leather jackets with patches sown on the backs,, a scary lookin bunch of outlaws if there ever was such a thing.. The hair on the back of Tweeks mane stood up as one pulled in near us.. I smiled as I nodded to the man on the Harley who was eyeballing us up and down like we were the Aliens this time.. Then I noticed it,, the patches they we wearing said something about Germany and as they spoke to each other about our bike, they spoke in German.. Back in 1981 I worked in Braunschweig West Germany for a couple months. I was a Machine Builder and a company called Herbort had hired me as a Supervisor for a production plant they were building here in the States.. They gave the choice of staying in a motel in Germany or living on a farm with a family who's man of the family worked for the mother company, Herbort of Germany.. Of course I chose the farm and, while living there - learned enough German to get me around on the transit systems - I than toured Germany while I was there.. Sitting there listening to these guys talking about us, I suddenly spoke up and said "Ick vas arbienten un Deuschland fir zix valken, ick leiben das deusch mention - sprecken de english?).. Those guys about fell off their bikes!! Come to find out, they were a group of guys from Germany who had rented Harleys in Arizona somewhere and were touring the States.. A very friendly group who absolutely loved Tweeks and what (in their words) we were all about.. We shared a few stories, I gave them some of the finer points about touring in the US (mainly - in the US we all wave at each other no matter what kind of bike we ride - even little kids on mopeds should be waved at). To this day, I always imagine I somehow have contributed to starting a motorcycling culture of my very own - one that consists of Harley riders around the world, smiling and waving at startled teenagers who are out playing on their little mopeds....

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Thanks for the compliments Bren!! Best wishes to you and your best friend as you folks sort out what works for the two of you!! Indeed Dodger, I too could have spent a ton of time out there playing in that place!! Here are a couple more pics of the joint just for you bro!!!

GREAT READ CHA!!! Cant wait to hear your take on Darksiding! I wish I could find a cager tire for Tweeks,, I would love to try one!! Thanks for the write up! Oh yea,, about the only thing I can think of that you missed are the 's.. There's this tiny little unwritten rule around this joint that says,,,, well,, never mind,, you've been around a long time,, no sense in being a

Sounds like they are getting a handle on it and, THANKFULLY, did so before someone got hurt!! It would be interesting to know how Polaris is handling the repair.. Are they replacing bearings or complete components? Cant imagine that the rack and pinion is something they produce in house,, probably an outsourced gear rack that their supplier got a bad batch of bearings for.. They will have it all sorted out by Spring and those evil looking Bat Mobiles will be running all over the place!!! CANT WAIT TO EVEN SEE ONE!!

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