Monday, April 18, 2016

A Little Water

Normally I park my truck in the driveway near the garage every night. But last night, with a 14 ft trailer attached, I parked in the street for an early morning departure for Baltimore. Around 3 AM my neighbor calls to tell me my truck is disappearing under water. All the rain that fell in the Houston area last night, added up to 14 - 16 inches in our immediate area. 

Today was spent wet vacuuming the carpet then placing fans inside to dry it out. 


 Meanwhile back in the Ole Man Cave garage, Da'mu the big white whale is on the market. Was a tough choice to make but something had to go to make room for a different adventure rig coming soon. 

 Posted her for sale a week ago,  have had several interested and one gentleman come see her.  Is being sold with a ton of extras that I had accumulated for this Wing. She is ready to go across town or  across the country today. In fact I was signed up to ride her from Jacksonville to San Diego this week on another Iron Butt run. That ride will have to wait for another time. 

As much as I love the smoothness and power of Da'mu, she is not the right rig for an adventure ride I am planning for 2017. Have discovered by trial and error, (mainly by error), a task is easier to accomplish if the tool you are using is the right tool for the job. 

Da'mu is not the right tool for the proposed ride.


So what about the new KLR sidecar rig?? Well, the new KLR has been branded with her name: 
Grey Phantom


The week the 2016 KLR came to me, Paul Ryan died suddenly at the age of 66. Paul collaborated with my riding friend Tony DePaul on the Phantom series for newspapers and comics. Tony wrote the storyline, while Paul illustrated the Phantom  He did so for the past twelve years.

Tony obtained permission from King Features to allow me to use one of Paul's illustrations.  Then Tony's daughter Laura helped by creating the "Grey"  lettering to complete the name for the KLR. Thus the Grey Phantom (GP) was branded.

Once GP reached 600 miles, the first dealer service was completed. Now the process of transferring the cargo sidecar from Da'mit to GP is in progress. When that is completed,  Da'mit will move on to new pastures and the Man Cave garage will be back to normal with one rig on the lift and another in the warehouse. 

* * * ** * * 

Before the motorcycling bug bit, for many years my hobby was big game handgun hunting.  Have finally admitted that those days are past and not likely to be revisited, so my hunting handguns are for sale on a Texas site. Here are a couple of samples. 

RUGER stainless Super Blackhawk 44 mag, a Magna-port custom


RPM XL Hunter stainless single shot, 30-30 Improved with scope, super accurate


Thompson Contender, stainless single shot, 375 JDJ caliber with scope 
for African Safaris or Kodiak bears


Life continues on,  we adjust to our interests and abilities. 

Ride safe, live fully
CCjon

Sunday, March 6, 2016

New Steed in the Stable

Pulled the trigger on replacing Da'mit the KLR for pulling the sidecar around, bringing in a 2016 KLR650


Fresh out of the barn and stretching its legs today. Went from zero yesterday to a laid back 120 miles today breaking in the engine... slowly and properly. Am keeping it under 4000 rpm for the first 600 miles. After she reaches 1000 miles, we'll move everything from Da'mit over to the new Hoss.

Color is Urban Camo, a digital mottled grey. 


Doesn't have a name yet, any suggestions? Was thinking along the liners of Grey Ghost, Grey Phantom, Corcel Vago or ......






Sunday, February 28, 2016

Tuesday, February 9, 2016

KLR Kracked Kranker

Da'mit the KLR rig is giving me heartburn. 

The continuing saga is shaking my faith in this bike.  As mentioned earlier, I bought this 2011 Kawasaki KLR650 locally off eBay at a good price. The previous owner was a university student. His first motorcycle. Yes, he dropped it a time or two learning to ride, but the few scraps and scratches would not affect how it ran.  The bike also sat for a while before I got it as the license had expired a year earlier. 

The first thing I do when getting a used bike is change the oil, check for metal particles, anything that might tell me if the bike was having engine issues. The oil was clean, nothing unusual. So I proceeded to build the adventure sidecar rig.

Everything was going great until Da'mit left me stranded in the Sam Houston National Forest. Previous to that I had taken the bike to northern New Mexico and ridden the forest roads up there. No problems, she ran great. Being stranded now in the forest was attributed to the bike sitting for too long. Old gas had dried inside the carburetor. Flakes of dried gas clogged the carb. After rebuilding the old carb did not work. That carb was replaced with a new one.  Ran great once again.

A month ago Da'mit develops starting issues. Was inconsistent when starting. Sometimes it fired right up. Other times the starter just whined. Sometimes acted like the battery was low, other times normal again. 

See the white plastic cover with colorful wires going into it, that's the auxiliary fuse block. Finally decided that the auxiliary fuse block might be draining some of the battery juice overnight, thus not having enough battery power to properly fire up the bike in the morning. So installed a 30 amp switch (not in photo) to turn that circuit off when not riding and at night. 


Now assured that the battery is fully charged, the starter is still acting up.  It won't consistently start. Sometimes it starts fine, sometimes it whines, other times it won't turn over.  Was giving out a strange sound when starting and running. Could not track down the cause, so I gave in and took Da'mit to a small independent Kawasaki repair shop. The owner rides and races KLR650's so I know he knows what he is doing with this machine. Asked them to check the valves,  timing, etc. 

A few days later he calls to say the valves are spot on, compression release working properly, timing is good.  They think the sound is coming from the starter clutch area. Opening it up they found that the heavy steel Coupling (that's what Kawasaki calls this piece) in the starter clutch assembly was cracked. Now how that piece can get cracked is a mystery. The starter gears are not strong enough to crack all that coupling. The owner and his mechanic say they have never seen a cracked coupling before. Am thinking it came from the factory that way. With use, the cracked opened wider. 



Of course more than just the coupling was damaged. Both parts on either side of the coupling were galled.   New parts ordered -

#42034 Coupling - $103.52
#16085 Oneway Clutch Gear - $307.33
#13194 Oneway Clutch - $90.79 
Plus gasket and seals.


With parts and labor, am now $1000 lighter in the pocketbook. Never would have found that broken part on my own.  Da'mit now fires right up, no hesitation.  But the mechanic says he hears a metal noise coming from the crankcase area of the motor upon initial start up and again later when the oil warms up. He asks if I thought the previous owner ran the bike low on oil? Have nothing to indicate that. No way to know if he did or not. 

The options are: 1). open up the crankcase and rebuild the engine. or.... 
2). find a different motorcycle for the rig. 

Instead chose option 3). Brought Da'mit home and will ride as is, for a while. Then decide which path to follow. Once we get a break in weather and work, Da'mit and I will take a spin back to the national forest trails north of Houston to see how she performs. 

More later,
Ride safe
CCjon





Friday, January 1, 2016

VIDEO: North to Alaska

Am learning to edit iMovie videos for future rides and blog postings. Here is a short video of still shots from an Alaska adventure. Hope you enjoy.

Unfortunately the video is too large to load directly in the blog.

 Happy New Year 2016 to All,

 Ride safe, ride long

CCjon

Saturday, December 19, 2015

75 Miles from Nowhere

Da'mit the KLR650 Adventure rig left me stranded 75 miles from nowhere. 

Went for a ride in the Sam Houston National Forest north of Montgomery, Texas.


Beautiful day, dirt trails were dry after a week of rain. The sandy soil drains quickly.
Stopped now and then for a few photos.


Then, right about here......


On a dead end trail, she dies! 

No amount of cracking restarts her. 
Check gas level, plenty!
Check the spark, fine! 
Break out the tools and open things up.


Finally determine I can't fix her here. Repack everything and close it up. 

Made several calls to find someone to come rescue me. Is impossible to tell anyone where I am. The trail has no name or number. Decided to walk the couple of miles to the nearest road and hitchhike a ride into Montgomery, a small one stoplight town. 

Hiking out, met three different deer hunters entering the woods for the afternoon hunt.  Reaching the gravel county road, start walking toward town. Finally a truck comes along and stops. Ronnie and Angie agree to take me to town which was not where they were heading. Many thanks guys for the lift and a Merry Christmas to you too. 

Finally reached my wife christmas shopping at the mall. She agrees to come pick me up.
By the time she arrives at the Valero gas station in Montgomery and we return home, it is dark. Too late to pull Da'mit out of the woods. The next morning, hitch up a trailer to the truck, impose on a couple of friends and we return to the forest.  By noon, Da'mit is back in the garage. 

Time to opened her up to find what failed.
Finally determined the carburetor that I rebuild once, still has flakes and crud inside from sitting so long before I bought the bike. Ordered a new carb off eBay. Da'mit is now running fine once more. 

Moral of the story, make sure your cell phone is well charged before going into the forest. 
Or leave a trail of gingerbread crumbs. 

Merry Christmas Ya'll.
May your 2016 be full of adventure, tales, trails and travels.

CCjon


Friday, December 4, 2015

Snippets from Warsaw

It's a cool morning for the drive to Warsaw.
The highway is wide, smooth, with traffic moving swiftly.


The farms here are being worked. Even spotted a farmer on his tractor plowing the field.  
The first and only person we have seen actually working the land.


Small more prosperous country village in Poland


This is an encouraging sign.  There must be a thriving agricultural class in Poland. 
They wouldn't be selling farm equipment if no one was buying.  
We learned private land ownership is allowed and encouraged. The farmers are working their own land, no communes, no forced labor, just capitalism at work. 
Work your fingers to the bone 'cause you get to keep and enjoy the fruits of your labor. 


The Fields of Weeds Question. 

The nagging question was: Why did we see mile after mile of farm land in Russia knee deep in weeds, in Belarus the land is being working but no workers in sight and in Poland, we saw farmers plowing a field on a Sunday morning. 

The answer:  Private land ownership and Government policies

Previous USSR and current Russian government policies has completely destroyed the agrarian class by not allowing private farm ownership. Even worse, at times the government allowed and encouraged farmers to work the land, said they could keep their crops, reaping the profits of their labor.  Only to change policies and re-confiscate the land again.  Now no one is willing to invest time, money and back breaking labor into cultivating the land, making it profitable, if the government is going to take it away again. The people are not stupid. They don't trust a government with a history of saying one thing and doing another.

This policy flip-flopping has created another problem. 
Today, not only is no one working the land, but with each succeeding generation, there are fewer and fewer people who know how to successfully farm. Farming is best learned by growing up on a farm. Learning the millions of little details and processes that make farm life productive takes time.  Learning by living the life style that makes a farm function can take years of experience. A young man from the city who has never seen or lived on a farm does not have the slightest idea of what to do or how to do it.  

With no incentive and no obligation to work the land, young people moved to the cities seeking work, leaving the fields to become overgrown with weeds. The sad part is the country youth are not prepared, trained or educated for the jobs available in the city. Which is why alcoholism is now a major problem in Russia today.  The governments solution?  They just announced they are going to limit the amount of Vodka a person can buy each day.... what? Russia has the farmland to feed not only their citizens but a major portion of the world's population too. 

Back in the 1950's, according to my father,  the USSR tried to lure American farmers to move to Russia as they saw Americans knew how to make a farm productive. A few even went. After several years of that, government policies changed and all the land was once again confiscated.  With no incentive to pour blood sweat and tears into making a farm productive, people abandoned the land and moved to the cities where unemployment is now rampant among the uneducated country folk. 

The Soviets are not the only world government whose policies have done more to destroy a class or group of its own people with "good intentions" that have had disastrous consequences.  The United States has destroyed the African American "family" with its War on Poverty policies that disintegrated family formation among the disadvantaged. 

Prior to the "War on Poverty", the African American community enjoyed higher than average employment, high family formation (i.e. marriage) and a low rate of out of wedlock childbirths.
After 50 years of our government spending billions of dollars "fighting poverty", those statistics are dramatically reversed to where today the African American community has the highest level of unemployment, the lowest marriage rate and the highest number of childbirths out of wedlock. Look up the writings of the Harlem-raised, Harvard-educated economist Dr. Thomas Sowell if you doubt me on this.


Back to the Poland......
Entering Warsaw, those tall skinny trams don't take up much space in the center of the streets. 
From the empty streets in Belarus and the old town charm of Viluis, now we are in the modern energetic city of Warsaw.  One can feel it in how people walk and talk here. 


Famous bronze statue of Chopin in the Lazienki Park. 
During the summer, free Chopin recitals are offered daily.


It's now Fall, so we missed any summer concert.
Not to be disappointed, we were invited to attended a private Chopin recital
with a professor from the Warsaw Conservatory. Was interesting to hear her interpretations of Chopin compositions as opposed to what we typically hear in the West.

The professor is very talented and a gifted performer.
Though she spoke no English, she offered us her interpretations of Chopin's greatest works.
This recital ranks as one of the top three highlights of our tour, along with
the Russian Ballet and Red Square. 



Here is a snippet of the recital.....  aren't iPhones great?


In front of the Warsaw Conservatory stands the Polish painter artist Jan Matejko 
and his jester honoring the Polish artistic community.


The jester and the model....


One of the last remaining old post war buildings in Warsaw, is now slated for demolition. 
The residents have been removed and relocated to newer buildings, making room for a modern apartment building, like those in the background.


Among the empty buildings set to be torn down, discovered an isolated courtyard with no church in sight. Yet there stands a solitary statue of Christ keeping watch
over his flock of dumpsters and dust bins.

There has to be a fascinating history behind this now abandoned statue. Would love to hear it.


Sweeping leaves in the Fall is a full time job for the gardeners.


Heavy chains and lock with a well scratched bike has all but eliminated the problem of 
lamp posts disappearing in Warsaw.


To walk to the Mall nearest the hotel, we had to go underground through a modern clean subway station to reach the other side of a busy thoroughfare. They did not allow pedestrian crossing at street level, too many cars, trucks and trains.

Warsaw today is bustling, modern and thriving.  Having rebuilt itself after its near total destruction during World War II and later during the Soviet domination.

Like a phoenix, it has arisen from the ashes of its past. Congratulations to the Polish people on accomplishing this rebirth.


Our farewell dinner in Warsaw before heading home.
A toast to Anna our guide and Warner our driver, we are deeply indebted to you for safely transporting us through a fascinating three weeks of discovery, learning and experiences we will always remember.

Tomorrow forty strangers who became friends will depart for different cities around the world.  



CCjon