Sid Nuncius wrote:
>Fair point. The trouble with my Japanese bike (and others) was that it
>just worked. I got on it, pressed the starter button[1] and it went.
>And kept on going. Wofe and I even had some trouble-free holidays on
>it. Hopeless. "Call yourself a bike?" I used to mutter to it as it
>didn't break down. Again.
>
>I found this picture of one just like mine. It left me full of nostalgia...
>
https://www.wemoto.com/news/article/525/honda_cb250n_superdream
>
>P.S. On the subject of revs, I met a bloke on my PGCE course who owned a
>Vincent Rapide. When it was idling, you could almost hear it thinking
>about whether to make the next stroke or not. Now *that* was a bike.
>
>
>[1]Yes, I know. Don't say it.
A Honda 50 kept me mobile through my student years. Towards the
end it had a few problems - the timing seemed to need almost
weekly adjustment, the oil drain plug thread was worn, and needed
a cereal packet packing washer to seal properly.
I now find it hard to believe that I regularly did the run from
Barnsley to Manchester, over Woodhead Pass, on this bike. I do
recall that I had ample opportunity to contemplate the newly
installed Armco barriers, put in place after somebody significant
(MP?) had gone over the edge. For me, it would simply mean that
it would break my leg before I plummeted, head first. There were
occasions when I had to resort to 1st gear in order to battle
against the wind whilst actually going downhill.
I didn't usually do the trip in midwinter, but there was one
February at the end of term (thin sandwich) where I had to get it
home to Barnsley. As I began the run the throttle started
sticking open. Stripping it down in sleety rain wasn't an
attractive proposition, so I just pressed on. As it had an
automatic clutch, I was a bit unsure how I would cope, but it
made it OK. Changing down, the engine was slowed enough to cope,
changing up was a bit more vicious. There was only one stop
line, and I managed to crawl across with judicious braking.
Turned out it was water in the slide that was jamming it, and a
bit of oil was all it needed.
It did have indicators, but they were almost completely hidden by
the panniers. When right hand signals were called for, the
throttle grip flew back. Nothing I could do with the various bits
of springy steel seemed to improve matters, so life could be a
bit interesting.
There was an occasion, whilst plodding along the East Lancs Road,
when the slightly oscillating engine sound that I now know to be
the sign of a worn/ stretched chain was followed by the noise of
the chain wrapping itself around the sprocket.
I hitched into Warrington, bought a new chain and chain wheel (no
sprocket in stock), removed flash from the sprocket using the
kerbstone, and continued on my journey.
Eventually I upgraded to a Honda 175, but was no longer doing
long runs. Sadly, I managed to collide with a car when I was
turning right. Luckily it was the bike that went down, whilst I
ended up on the car bonnet. I mended, the bike didn't, so it was
back to a Honda 70, which lasted me until my first car.
Chris
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