Dragonslayer
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I've been told by a reliable source (GeorgeS) that YOUDAMAN when it comes to bleeding and repriming the clutch system. I'm keeping that in mind should I run into problems repriming.
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Does this bike make my butt look big? :rotfl::rotfl::rotfl::rotfl::rotfl:
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I have one of the systems although a littler larger version that doesn't work with a dern. In spite of the intimidating name B.B. for Biker ***** the only thing it does when activated is lick you to a slow death.
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U-Bettcha
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When I removed the left top front fairing there was a wad of Dirt Dabber's nest attached to the radio amp. Definite proof the bike has been sitting to long in one place. Also indicated by the amount of corrossion in the master and slave cylinders of the hydralic clutch system. Carbs before and after exterior bath.
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George
Can you tell me if there is a post on rebuilding the clutch master and slave cylinders. I'm not sure how to crack them open to replace the parts. I tried to search the subject and got over 500 results all of which seemed unrelated. I'm wondering if search feature is working or if I'm doing something wrong.
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I just tried to search a specific subject (Rebuilding the clutch master cylinder) and got 500 results that all appeared to be unrelated. Making me wonder if search feature is working.
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Magic
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Gary I inherited and now live in my fathers house so as you can imagine there are things all over that remind me of my Dad every day. In fact there have been several bizare occurrances through the years that had Charlie's unmistakable signature on them that made me feel his presence is still here with me at times. At times the thought that he may watching is a little unnerving. But, I believe that he will always be with me as long as I hold his memory in my heart, mind and soul.
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My Goldwinger friend told me that where he came from waving with your hand low meant there is a cop ahead, like truckers flash thier lights. Had anyone else heard that?
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Cinderella Ole blissful oblivion that he is in Ain't always bad to be within I visit sometimes quite actually because of that pain I get in reality When sometimes I confront Gravity Who is much more a bad ass than I can be. Hope this brings a smile,
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Hey I have a question are any of you planning to tow your bike down south? If so is there any room on your trailer for another bike. And If so Could I pay you:mo money: to pick up a bike for me I bought off E-bay In PA on the way down. I'll be glad to meet you at the Dragon and give you the grand tour of some of the best Motorcycle roads in the world. Eastern Tenneessee, Western North Carolina and North Georgia, My home riding territory. :7_6_3[1]:Pay you for your trouble and expenses. :mo money::mo money:Maybe include you in my will. If not, It was just a thought, doesn't hurt to ask.
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It's Dad's day so naturally I'm thinking about my Dad who passed away in Febuary 2002. Dad wasn't anything about motorcycles at all. In fact the only memories I have of him where motorcycles were involved was the day I got my first street legal motorcycle a Honda CB 750. He wanted to ride it during the first hour of my ownership of it. I was somewhat hesitant to hand over my brand new bike to anyone ,my Dad included. But, he was my Dad and he did finally agree to let me purchase it against his better judgement. That on top of his desire to ride came across in more of a tone of a command than a request. I reluctlantly gave him a brief and cursory instruction on the shift pattern, how to operate the clutch and where the throttle and the brakes were located. I watched with concern then horror as he gave it a little gas. He slowly let out the clutch and the bike started rolling. He picked up his feet but I don't think they every reached the foot pegs as the bike swerved toward the right side curb then the left side curb then back toward the right curb before he dropped the bike in the middle of the street before reaching our next door nieghbor's mail box. As I was standing there in wide eyed horror, he slowly picked himself up off the ground. Leaving the bike on the ground where it lay, he slowly walked past me and my chastizing mother, without a word and brushing the dirt off his newly acquired road rash on his knee and elbow. He walked up the driveway and into the house and never again showed any interest in the motorcycle at all. Then later that year I managed to get involved in a 150 MPH combined impact head on collision on that bike. For the next year and a half while I lived in the hospital in tracksion, my Dad was there. Then a year of Physical therapy, three years in a wheel chair, five years of litigation and a week long Civil jury trail for damages, my Dad was there. No My dad wasn't into motorcycles at all. He liked to sing at Karoke and piano bars, mostly Frank Sinatra. When he told a joke he was always the one laughing the loudest at the punch line. He was known to be a prankster with a corny sense of humor to his family and a character known as "Good Time Charlie" to his friends, especially the ladies. To this day when seeing some of the old locals that were his friends I'm still initially referred to as Charlie's son before my name is recalled. A fact I view with pride not malice. It wasn't untill the later years of his life that I began thinking of him as a friend and our relationship bonded with each other. I'm just thankfull that was accomplished before he passed away. And as I look back in retrospect, I don't think our friendship started to occur untill I began to respect him for what he was rather than resenting him for what he wasn't. And him looking at me in the same way. The following poem I wrote for his memorial service and was included in the service program. Carpe Diem Seize the day is what he’d say, For tomorrow is never sure. We never know if we‘ll pass this way, Or If I can hold your hand once more. My life has been blessed and was rich indeed, With friends and loves and family. My heart has been full for sure. Life’s sweet music has filled my ears, A song of bliss so pure. When my time has ended, And I go to meet my Lord, No floods of tears should you shed, For my struggles will be no more. Each song I sang along the way Was meant to share my soul. I tried to sing them lovingly, So lovingly to you. Charles R. Graham In memory of my beloved Father and friend Charles Corwin Graham
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No way Hosea, As much as I admire the Muffinman I don't want to be like him THAT much
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Is there a way to set the font styyle, size and color as your default rather than having to reset them each time you post a message?
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Thats good news
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Was not aware of this either. Sorry to any of you foriegners that were offended by my suggestion.
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Oppps, Sorry I must not be up on my Brit signage.
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I rode this stretch of road a couple of weeks ago and it was very bad. In the heat of the day when the tarsnakes were soft tires would slide off of them like it was ice then grab on the untarred pavement.
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If it didn't require so much thought and practice to master this sign I would think that this would be the perfect wave. Because after all don't we want all of our Venture friends to live long and prosper.
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Flow thru bolt for banjoe brake line fitting.
Dragonslayer replied to Dragonslayer's topic in Watering Hole
Thanks Marcarl Address been sent via private message, God Bless your pea picking heart. Bob -
Yea, tell the insurance company that your condensing unit was an innocent bystander of a lawn mower drive-by. They'll understand. Then You and your wife check into a hotel with good AC until it's fixed then add the hotel bill to the insurance claim. They'll understand that too.
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How bout this, the reversed peace sign, palm facing your face.
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Flow thru bolt for banjoe brake line fitting.
Dragonslayer replied to Dragonslayer's topic in Watering Hole
Nope, not me this time. The anti dive valve came to in pieces with the rest of the bike. The previous mechanic that screwed it up lost the bolt. Unfortunately, I can't put it back together without it. And alias, I'm afraid that the sun room is now hopelessly committed to the renovation of Venture Royales, Mine, Matt's (User ID Mattcharva) and now a third one I bought off e-bay the other night I plan on redoing for my son. I have now erected an annex to the sunroom where the mechanical work happens.