Bike three.
Around Christmas time I purchased yet another bike off Mr Fast 090.
It was a Yamaha YZ125 H 1981.
This bike was different from the rest as it could actually be started.
I don't know why I bought this bike as I never wanted a water cooled engine but I guess you have to buy them when they are for sale.
Any way I got it home, put it in the shed and there it sat until Plan B was implemented on the Saturday before the Nationals.
First we changed the gear box oil, then the spark plug, checked the coolant, fitted new tyres front and rear, tightened the chain, cleaned the air filter and tightened every visual nut and bolt. I then decided to check the front spokes. There were a few that were loose so I started tightening them until PING I broke one. I then sprayed the rest with CRC and loosened them all off before starting to tighten again. Even with this procedure I snapped another 3. So off came the front wheel and then the tyre. I then salvaged 4 from a spare wheel I also purchased off Mr Fast. After 2 hours the front wheel was back on, I then started on the rear wheel spokes. They were pretty good so that did not take long. I changed the handlebars and hand controls and repositioned the controls for down hill riding.
I then rebuild the carb with new parts I purchased from Mikuni SA and a needle Darcy donated (Thanks Mate) filled the tank with new fuel, third kick she fired.
On Friday I finally got to ride this great little bike. It had problems getting off the line and going up the hills but once it got straight it was a rocket. I found I had to do all my braking before the corners and let her flow with a small amount of throttle through the corners. If I got stuffed before the up hills I had to get off and push.
On the line of the first race I loaded the throttle in first gear and dumped it only to bogg. I did catch a few others before the second hill climb which was great only to have them stuff me in the corners before the hill climbs next lap.
On Saturday I tried changing out the carb jets moving the circlip up the needle and this did help. The engine was very crisp, but out on the track was just the same.
I put 3 litres of fuel in the tank on Saturday before my carb testing. Just before the race Mrs Gantor said "Well your race is up next youd better put some fuel in the bike" I replied "No need I put 3 litres in her this morning"
I bogged on the start again of the second race but moved up two places by Drunks Hill jump. As I turned around by the big tree the bike spluttered and stopped. I looked at the fuel line to see it was empty. I thought to myself "Your joking I did not turn on the fuel tap" but that was not the problem, I was out of gas.
I pushed her home and Mrs Gantor asked "What happened" "I ran out of fuel" I said.
"So" said Mrs Gantor "You DNFed" "Did not Fueled"
"Oh ha ha" I said
The third race on Sunday was great fun, this was the best race I had. Sure I was still no where but I really enjoyed this great little bike on this classic track.
When I got home I looked at the rear cog and noticed it had only 42 teeth and the front 14.
Standard these bikes run 12 48.
So essentially when the bike was in first it was actually in third.
Three bikes three human errors.
It is getting worse.
Ji
