What a strange day

Ah. That might have come out wrong. I didn't mean that, it wasn't my
intention at all. Honest.

And you can't prove anything.

 

Yeah, right. Not only is it a poisoned chalice, I slept with the
bloody dog last night because of some casual, offhand remark. The dog
not only snores like FR Jack, he farts even more.

And further, Mr. T, if the aforementioned piece of Russki pig iron
shite becomes entirely Elly's, then I'll still be responsible for its
maintenance and won't be able to drag my heels on my half, innit?

Begins at home, dunnit. I'm already fucking home ... with the fucking
off-coloured chemical factory resembling a small canine.

 

SIRPip escribió:

Oh, how I miss that. That describes the scene at just about every track day
I attended. Particularly Snetterton.

 

Titter ye not, the symptoms are typical of fuel starvation.
Perhaps I should also mention the dreaded tank breather.

 

You'd have enjoyed our recent trip to Cadwell where it was more than
just mist.

 

I turned a small river violently green, yes. Of course, the foaming
glow-in-the-dark spate swiftly carried the dye out into the enclosed
bay, where as soon as the spirit levelled out I was faced with an
uncomfortable moral dilemma and therefore ran away and pretended it
didn't happen for 15 years.

There must be a Statute of Limitations on such things, right?

That's me and my Northern spade is a spade upbringing. You've always
struck me as a much better class of professnial hofficer.

OK ... I'm reaching for the hammer: medium, 12oz, ball-pein to start
with, I think ....

 

I did describe fuel starvation in the OP, but didn't add that the plugs
are well on the black and sooty side as opposed to the white and skinny
side.

As to the tank 'breather':

a) You've never seen a Ural, have you?

b) The filler is neither lockable nor possible to effectively seal in
that it is a three-inch diameter plastic cap with a half-turn thread in
it that is supposed to make the cardboard and Russian 'rubber' inner
seat onto the top of the thread. It leaks, because it's Russian.

c) Just in case the seal makes, there's a 1/8" hole in the top of the
plastic cap that vents directly onto the top face of the cardboard
inner, which in turn slops around like a prick in a barrel because it's
Russian.

d) The only thing that prevents the rider getting regular facefuls of
fuel is the debris filter which sits inside the filler (which doesn't
even have a neck for anti-splash purposes, it is instead raised up
above the top of the tank body). The debris filter is intended to
prevent entry into the tank by the inevitable lumps of moss, horseshit
and yak vomit, all of which are endemic to petrol carried in cans
across the Russian steppes. Part of the maintenance routine is to
"Remove debris filter and scrub soundly in fuel, then allow to trickle
for a while". Every 500km.

There is no issue with the tank contents having free access to
atmospheric pressure.

 

Back in the dark days when I used to do a lot of caving we messed up
many a stream by throwing a bag full of fluorescein into it and
waiting to see where it ended up. More than one village in the
Yorkshire dales had pretty little streams turned green by our
activities.

 

No, not from where I'm sitting.

 

This could mean that it is running rich when fuel is available and then
air cooling the plugs when starved by insufficient flow.
OTOH this is only a theory but it is consistent with similar symptoms
on the LE, the plugs were always black but the tank tap strainer was
clagged causing a lack of flow. Hence it could stop dead, start easily
after a wait of a few minutes, and occasionally overheat when ridden
at small throttle openings. THE BASTARD.

 

It does not leak. It equally distributes the water amongst all, for
this is how we are doing things in Russia to make glory of great
nation!

 

Is that snow on your upper lip, Comrade?

 

I like bright green streams, they're very pretty. Better than bright
green pools of still water, certainly.

However, my stream ran into Lee Bay, a very scenic inlet in the North
Devon coast and turned a good part of the inshore bay area bright
green. It all went away when the tide went out and the waters of the
Bristol Channel presumably (as it didn't make the national news)
diluted it so it didn't notice. However, when teh tide came in again
all the flourescein that had been deposited on the rocks and was
hanging around in teh seaweed turned it all bright green again. Went
away after three or four days though, apparently.

All that so I could find out which cattle farmer was responsible for
the foul shite running out of the weeps in a retaining wall at the rear
of a scenic cottage.

 

Ahhh, blown seal, was it?

 

Some of the 'streams' on our patch regularly acquired strange hues
without any input from us. Though as that included the infant Stour and
Mousesweet Brook slap bang in the heart of chain making, galvanising and
refractory brick making territory not surprising. All much cleaner now
of course and the Brook as a nature reserve. Doubt any Salmon have been
spotted though other than Sockeye in a can.

Time is a great healer, if in doubt wait and see.

I can't remember if our particular water enhancement exercise was to
trace where the effluent from broken drains were going, or to prove the
cut was leaking. In 'Little Venice of the Black Country' we probably did
a bit of both.
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heh!

 

Andy Bonwick escribió:

You and I did a track day there once. Must be 10 years ago. Scary.

 

The fact that we were drinking late the night before is pretty scary
but you'll be pleased to know that nothing has changed.

I'll mention at this point that the last person out drinking in our
little group was Champ by a considerable distance. He denies the fact
that he had any more beer after we left but going by the state of him
in the morning I think he might be lying.

 

In Russia, motorcycles leak you.

 

A slur Sir! I'll have you know such a fine machine won the Batley MCC
Baitings Dam Sidecar Championship in 1981 with Champ's mate Toby at the
controls and me as 'Monkey'.

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