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Proof.

Proof that the Titan runs!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hDfmIRzyZtM&list=UUC60L7_VB2OOBBkT7k9QCZw&index=1&feature=plcp

Imported.

Checklist.

Before test riding:
- Find and install a battery
- Remove points cover, place on ground/in gear and torque the points cam bolt to 17 Ft-lbs
- Repair brakes (and buy new cable and pedal)
- Add air to tires
- Find and install a chain
- Lube all cables
- Find better mounting for throttle cable splitter
- Check / adjust timing
- Check / adjust clutch
- Check fuel valve and re-mount fuel tank

Before riding local:
- Repair all electrics (turn signal flasher, brake lights)
- License and insurance? Vintage/Classic/Historic plates?
- Repair (weld) kickstand, chain guard and front fender cable guide

Before riding highway:
- Replace clutch basket (and place permanent screws and gasket in clutch housing cover)
- Replace tires?(close examination)
- Rear fender - fix or replace
- New spark plugs
- Strip varnish off covers
- Stitch seat?
- Install luggage carrier
- Check dent in front fork - travel is ok? Fluid check?
- Sound test spokes

Video- Lights In Action

After we hooked up the battery and before we started the engine, I did a quick check of the lights out of curiosity. The neutral idiot light worked, as well as the high beam light next to it. The left turn signals lit up (but did not blink, so I have to buy a new blinker) and the high/low beams worked perfectly. The brake light bulb was broken, so I didn't bother looking. Here's a short video I put together to show them still working after sitting for so long.

IT LIVES.

Friday I got home and we got to work right away. I cleaned the frame and prepped it a bit. We mostly did some tinkering and poking and prodding, but got up at 8 the next morning and started working again.

We put the engine back together (missing some parts- had to make our own washers!) and hauled it off to the car wash to get a good cleaning. The road gunk was awfully hard to get off, but we did the best we could and got most of it off. After putting it back in the frame, we looked at the carbs a little bit (could use some work, but not terribly bad) and hooked them to the intake boots on the engine. Mounted the oil tank and filled it up with CCI oil, and filled the carbs with fuel donated from the Water Buffalo; just enough to let it run a little. Hooked up the Water Buffalo's battery, cleaned the contacts and we were ready to go.

Four pumps on the hand crank to give it a little compression, five kicks on the starter, a cough and BRAMMMMMMMM!

After 30 years of sitting idle, the Suzuki roared to life. It sure was great to hear it actually make a noise other than the old tires squeaking across the garage floor. We tried it another two times and each time required less and less kicking. By the time that happened, it was 10:30 at night and we had worked the entire day on it, so we called it quits for the night.

Sunday I had no time to work on the bike, but today after I left to go back to school, Dad hooked up the exhaust and the gas tank and ran it through the gears and it sounded fantastic. I heard it over the phone, but it still sounded right. It sounds a lot like the Buffalo, but I guess all two strokes sound that way.

I got the green light to go and order/find parts. This thing's really gonna happen!

Big Titan Update!

Sorry about the lack of posts (as always with this blog), I've been busy with school.
Since I'm not around the house/garage/workshop, my Dad has been doing a lot of the work on the Titan. Last weekend I came home and we split the case. A couple of bolts broke off because they were rusted, and some screws were hard to get out because they had been chewed up so much by the PO. We had to put the engine back in the frame to get enough leverage to get the bolts out, but eventually the case was split and we got a good look inside.

The gears looked alright for the most part, and we think we solved the kickstart problem. Dad ordered parts for it off BikeBandit, as well as a few parts from a Suzuki collector in Boston. We couldn't do much until these parts came in, and once they did, my Dad got right to work. Here's an update he sent me last night:

"Here's an update on the Titan:
Today I swabbed out all the sludge from the case halves and cleaned up the case edges so we can rejoin them when ready.
I also received the parts from BikeBandit and replaced the pawl on the kickstarter.
Then I re-cemented in-place the 1400 cc capacity modification (that little rubber fence in the transmission).
Next I was able to re-install the lay shaft and output shaft (the two with all the gears)
At that point I could work the levers to shift gears in and out of neutral and all the way up to fifth and back down again.
(Really neat how that works - who figures this stuff out anyway?)
Then I replaced the kickstarter shaft and tensioned the kickstarter - it seems to work well with no "stripping" or slippage.
(We won't know for sure until...)
Finally I spent some time on the oil pump and found some longer screws so I could reassemble it where the screws were stripped...
The guy in Massachusetts has the missing head bolt so I am ordering one from him
I found a helicoil kit 8mm x 1.25 pitch at O-Reilly's so we can re-thread that stripped head bolt when you come home next.

So when you are here we can:
Run some oil through the injector lines to verify they are clear
Check all the parts to be sure they are in right and pre-oiled, no binding etc.
Apply silicone cement to the case halves and re-join the case
Install the new seals and torque all the case bolts
Install that Helicoil in the bad cylinder
Re-fit the pistons, cylinders and heads and torque the bolts
Install the Oil Pump
Then cover the intake and output ports and take the engine to the car wash for a thorough Gunk cleaning
Maybe clean up the frame a bit while the engine is out.
Finally put the motor back in the frame!
Then, when we have time, hook up the carbs, throttle, battery and oil tank, and see if she'll run..."

We've gotta work our butts off this weekend, because I have a small window of time and I'm dying to see if that engine will turn over! I'm sure it will, but i just can't wait to hear it. Once that engine putters to life, that's my green light to start ordering more parts and start polishing the hell out of it. I get home Friday at around 2pm, so we've got Friday night, all day Saturday and probably until dinnertime Sunday to get stuff done.

Exciting! Pics (and video, if we get the engine mounted) next week.

Dropping Out.

My Thanksgiving break brought me plenty of opportunities and lots of time to get stuff done.
However, I wasn't as productive as I wanted to be.
Hanging posters in my room? Nah. Working on an essay and making webpages for class? Nope. Catching up on LEGO building and sleep? YES!
Yesterday (my last day of break) I finally got off my ass and did something.

Dropping an engine is pretty self-explanatory (unplug/detach everything), but now that I had my "imported" (eBay UK) Titan manual, I was going to put it to some good use. I need to get used to Brit spellings and wordings. You can definitely tell it is British as soon as you open it.


After detaching everything and scrambling for fallen parts, my dad helped me wiggle the engine out of the frame. I thought it was going to be a piece of cake to handle because it seemed smaller than the CX500's engine, but I was wrong. That engine is HEAVY!


We lugged it downstairs to the basement where it is currently sitting on the workbench waiting for me to return for Christmas.


I've got three weeks or so to work on it next month, then a few random weekends off and Spring break next semester. Hopefully I can get a lot done before May! I really want to enjoy it (ride the hell out of it!) for awhile before I sell it.

Crash Bars!

I went home this weekend for some R&R, and wound up being sick on the only day good enough for riding. I brought the crash bars home and soon realized that these probably aren't CX500 crash bars. The mounting points didn't match up as well as they should have; this could have been off a '78 CX500D, since I believe that's the most different CX out of the whole 500 line (Within the C, D and GL5/650 lines of course, excluding the Euro, Turbo and CX650 variants) Or this is off a CB550 or something. But who cares, we got it on anyway.

Note the extension bracket under the reflector.

Since I wasn't able to hang around the garage all day, my Dad did most of the work. For the extension bracket, he repurposed some chromed steel from a handlebar-mounted fuel can luggage rack he had made in the '70s for his GT750. Our welder wasn't around, so he double bolted the bracket together; it should hold pretty well.

A little later in the day, I felt well enough to take it out for a spin. The highway pegs on the bar are kind of a pain in the backside; they're cheap generic pegs (most likely an aftermarket rear set) mounted to the bar and they wiggle like crazy. When you fold them up, they hang loosely. When you ride with them, they are SO loud from 20-60mph. Once you reach 60, they pretty much stop vibrating. I like the option of having them because it's nice to be able to stretch your feet out in front of you (at the expense of looking really funny) when riding far, though the position lets air flow into my pant legs and makes them balloon up, while freezing my legs off at the same time.

I'm going to buy a slim, solid foldable set to replace these; I don't plan on using it that often and I can't ride one more time with that nuisance in my ears. I could fix them and make them work, but I like the look of the thinner, all-chrome ones.

Aside from that, I think they look really good. It complements the larger tank and makes the front end overall more beefy. Oh, and it won't screw up my engine if I drop it. That helps too.

Well, I hate to say it, but that was my last ride of the season. Tank is filled with gas and Stabil, battery's removed and its tucked away in the garage until April. The T500 however, is going to be getting quite a lot of attention over the next few months. Waiting on a service manual from the UK to be delivered!

Crash Bars!

I've waited years for the right crash bar to show up.

And here it is :)

No rust except for a little light surface rust on the brackets and a little scuffing on the sides. Other than that, it's the right size and condition I wanted. I mean, it would be awesome if I could get 100% new ones, but I got a great deal on it. Not sure if I'll keep the footpegs on it, I'll have to see if I like them.

I just wish I had found this earlier! I'll put them on the next time I go home and winterize my bike.

I realized I have a lot of tanks. Plans?
The tank on the far left is an '80 CX500C tank. Full of rust, sounds like its filled with sand when you shake it around. Petcock is useless, and the bumpers were sacrificed for the working CX. Uses? gas cap, gas cap lock and the back half can be hacked off to make a cafe seat.

The middle tank(s) is off a Harley Fat Bob (Don't quote me on this), and are of no use to me. They're banged up pretty bad and they won't sell. A neighbor gave them to me. Trash can?

The shiny tank is another '80 CX500C tank. I'll keep it around for shits and giggles, though I can't see myself putting it back on any time soon. It took a day to get the CX500D modded so it would fit right, and it has twice the fuel capacity and just looks cooler.

The brown tank on top is off the '73 Titan. I've been looking around for other Titan (And GT line tanks, they'll fit) if the stock one I have doesn't work out. Hoping the 20 year old Bondo on it will sand down. If there's luck with that, I know a guy that can paint it professionally. Should have done that with the CXC tank the first time (rattle can jobs are useless once gas is spilled on the tank).

UPDATE 2/12:
The Harley tanks (as well as the banged up exhaust and windshield) were given to my cousin, who knows what he will do with them. Cool, because they are of absolutely no use to me and wouldn't sell on eBay.

T-500 Update

After a whole summer of hemming and hawing over whether to sell the T-500 for scrap or not, college caught up to me fast and the topic was sidelined yet again. Two weeks after I moved away for school, I received a notification from eBay that my family's account had purchased a T-500 starter gear. I hadn't ordered the part, and an email to my Dad confirmed that he was interested in working on it again. Finally, he agreed that a little investment into the T-500 would certainly be worth it. I went home that weekend and started tearing the little guy apart.


After taking off the seat and tank, I removed the side cover/oil reservoir and drained it. It was a lot more full than I had expected! The airbox was already removed as well as the battery, so I worked on cleaning the rims up with WD-40. They polished up super well with just that, so I figured I'd just leave them be. After removing the exhaust, I was disappointed to see that the headers are beyond a decent polish job. They're pretty atrocious, and I'll have to look for a new set soon. The pipes themselves are okay, they have a few scratches and gravel dings on them, but they're not terrible. After an hour's worth of scrubbing dirt off with WD-40 and 3 applications of chrome polish, they turned out pretty good.

The chain guard was a real PITA to clean, as it had big globs of tar on it. In this situation, Bug+Tar remover doesn't help no matter how hard you try or how long you soak it, so my Dad suggested I use brake cleaner or carb cleaner. Worked like a charm! Shined it up pretty well too, didn't marr the chrome or anything.

Then it was time to take it to the car wash. I had waited for this moment for two years! I hit it with the hose this summer, but nothing beats a real pressure wash and a whole can of engine degreaser. We ran up to Menard's, rented a truck for 25 bucks, bought an 8 foot 2x4 and drove back and loaded it up and strapped it down and drove to the car wash. It looked great after that!

Didn't get any pictures after that, but I'll get some when I come home. Next time: dropping the motor, hauling it to the workbench and an inspection! Maybe some carb work. Keeping an eye out for any year 500 fender and misc. rubber parts.

Canada ride- Part VII

The Mad Dash to Chicago.

Indiana wasn't as bad as I always thought it was. It's a lot like Iowa, but with more trees. We took a route that took us through several large Amish communities and it was nice to see them again. I have a great deal of respect for the Amish. To be able to keep up a tradition and lifestyle like that despite the changes and advancements around them is unbelievable to me. Over the years they have accepted small parts of new technology into their lives (for safety reasons, mostly) but they're still keeping it old school. And as long as you don't gawk, point, take a picture or tease them, they're the nicest people you'll ever meet. They just don't like to be treated like a tourist attraction (which unfortunately, they almost always are). Every time I passed a buggy I gave them a honk and a wave and the old drivers always give a big smile and a friendly wave back.

We continued on Rte. 30 until we reached Hammond (nasty town, never going there again btw), then got onto 94, then 294, then 55 to get to Bolingbrook. That transition from Indiana to Chicago traffic was the most thrilling riding I had gone through yet. I wasn't used to the traffic on a motorcycle (and this was a Friday night at 9:30, mind you) and I was dodging from lane to lane in tight traffic, rolling on the throttle and it was the biggest adrenaline rush ever. I'm usually not that aggressive on a motorcycle, but I had to be. I had a general idea of where I was going, so I wasn't that worried about losing my dad, who was doing the same. When we finally arrived in Bolingbrook and got to a stoplight, he opened his visor and said "THIS IS WHAT I PUT UP WITH EVERY WEEKEND WHEN YOU WERE LITTLE!!". I could tell he was burned out, but I just replied with a "THAT WAS #&@%ING AWESOME!!!" By the time we got to the hotel, I was still pumped from what I just did. For being a high-traffic situation, it was way more fun than going through Denver, Minneapolis, Des Moines, Topeka, Lincoln or Lansing traffic on the bike.


It was about 10pm and we hadn't had dinner yet, and we were craving a Bolingbrook favorite- PaPa's Pizza. We took a route that took me by my old high school, and came to a stoplight with two bikers on my age next to me on crotch rockets; helmetless and shirtless, wearing just shorts and flipflops. (We tend to refer to these guys as "squids"- Without the right gear, that's all you'll look like once you hit the pavement) I could hear one guy go "wtf bikes are those!?" "wait...that one says Suzuki. idk what the other one is, but they're really effing old. let's race 'em"

Knowing our 500cc and 750cc bikes (with all gear unloaded) couldn't race anything compared to their 1000cc+ engines, I watched them laugh and pull out and ride into construction where one of them almost hit a pothole and had to swerve into oncoming traffic. I had the last laugh on that one :) We laughed about again it over my favorite pizza in the world, then took a ride around my childhood neighborhood, which was awkward on a motorcycle. I drive through it in my car all the time, but on a bike it just seemed better.

The next morning we headed out to a Suzuki dealership in Joliet my dad used to frequent, but got lost for about an hour because they apparently moved in the last five years. We finally found it but as soon as we left, we got stuck in the worst downpour we had encountered yet. Stranded with no rain gear besides my rain pants, we hustled towards Romeoville to get back to Bolingbrook, but my bike started to have those infamous issues again. It was really a challenge this time to keep the bike running, but I had already figured out the process to keep it moving, which involved strange gear changes and lots of revving on the engine. (bad for the bike i know, but I had to get out of there)

Back at the hotel, we thought we would have to hire a U-Haul to take it home, but as soon as it dried up the bike was fine again and we left for home. It took us about 5 hours to get home (usually takes 2.5) because of numerous thunderstorms and construction along I-80.

So that was it. It rained about 75 percent of the time, but I had most of my fun outside of Canada. Canada was too cold and the people weren't exactly friendly, but I really enjoyed my time in Minnesota, Michigan, Indiana and Illinois. For the rest of the summer I didn't touch my bike too much because I was exhausted from the travel, and was super busy taking summer courses and prepping for my transfer from community college to a state University. Next summer? Hopefully short distance travel, which will allow for more time and money to be spent on fixing the Honda and Suzuki. Hopefully more camping trips!

Canada ride- Part VI

So our friend ___ is the president of our motorcycle club and has the largest collection of Suzukis I've ever seen sitting in his basement. I've met and ridden with ___ and his wife before, and they're really fun and nice people. They're about my dad's age and have been involved in the club ever since its inception in the 1970's. After sharing a few drinks, I settled down for the night but couldn't sleep because of the idea that 35 of one of my favorite motorcycles were sitting two floors below me. I knew I would never see a collection quite like this ever again, so I was super excited.

After breakfast, he took us downstairs to show us his epic Suzuki GT collection.

This is what we saw:


I know. I about fell to my knees in awe of this display of vintage Suzuki awesomeness. Now I don't want to spill the beans too much about his stash, but I'll just tell you that he has almost every color, every make and every year on his property. This is where he keeps the best ones, all restored or in original condition (mint, I'm telling you). Some are not GTs, but he is a GT collector and about 9/10ths of his collection is all Suzuki GT. (You can see a few GS models, as well as a Cavalcade and my '73 T500 in there)

In another room, we saw boxes and boxes of NOS GT parts and a few custom GTs, which I unfortunately didn't get any pictures of. We departed in the rain (once again) and headed back towards home. For some reason, it took forever to get through Michigan and into Indiana. Indiana was never my favorite state for some reason (maybe the people? I know a few people from Indiana and never liked 'em).

Continued in Part VII.

Canada ride- Part V

St. Ignace, MI is a beautiful place. Definitely a tourist attraction because of neighboring Mackinac Island (and the historical bridge, of course), but still gorgeous. It's right on lakes Michigan and Huron, and is a really cute little town with lots of bed&breakfasts, bars, ice cream shops and hotels. We stayed at a hotel that was right on the water and it was awesome. I had never stayed anywhere that close to a lake, or slept in a hotel bed that comfortable. We walked up to some restaurant right on the water and had fresh fish from Huron, and I sat out on the beach that night and enjoyed some time alone. The view of the stars was almost as good as what I have out in Iowa, so that was pretty neat too.


The next morning, we went out to Mackinac Island. The ferry tickets are expensive, but worth it seeing that it's really the only way for a tourist to actually get to the island instead of by air.
Mackinac Island is really interesting because those who live/work there don't use motor-driven transportation. The only motors on the island belong to landscaping equipment and emergency vehicles. The cops only use the cop cars when they really need them, and usually patrol on bike or horseback. There's also tons of places to rent bicycles from there- it's the best way to get around town.

(View of the Island from the ferry)

But perhaps the most fascinating part of Mackinac is it's architecture. I'm not an expert on architecture, but it's loaded with classic Victorian and New England-style homes, which is something I'm not used to seeing in the heart of the Midwest.

(Taxi!)

There's also a ton of places to shop/eat/whatever here. Neat bike shops that will make you a custom bike during your stay using old Schwinns and new Schwinns, plenty of fudge and candy shops, museums, etc. Did I mention the architecture was beautiful?

After we had our fill of awesomeness, we crossed the historic Mackinaw Bridge (Watch the ModernMarvels episode on this, it's actually fascinating) and headed towards the Flint, MI area and tried to avoid Detroit traffic. We didn't do a very good job of that and found ourselves dodging through some messy roads and at around 10pm, landed in ___, to hook up with the president of our motorcycle club.

(Continued in Part VI)

Canada ride- Part IV

After riding in a downpour for about an hour and a half, we stopped in Wawa, ON for something warm to eat and some time for our gear to dry out. Wawa wasn't that impressive of a town, (except for their gigantic geese sculptures) but was more of a "town" than White River was. We got back out on the road and it finally stopped raining.

(The Infamous Wawa, ON Goose. Courtesy: Picassa)

We were led into the Lake Superior Provincial Park, and saw some of the most beautiful sights southern Canada had to offer. Half of the route went deep into the forest, and the other half was along the coast of Lake Superior. I love Lake Superior; it had a really inviting waterfront. We stopped at one park to actually enjoy the beach and dip our feet in the water. I also learned about bear-proof garbage cans here...apparently they're American-proof too, I couldn't figure it out at first.

(Catherine Cove, ON)

The rest of the day was rainy and filled with gas stops at really seedy establishments. At around 4, we found our way to Sault Ste. Marie and quickly found the bridge to cross the border (My Dad has been to the oddest places way too often and still knows how to navigate through them). Stopped at the duty-free store to pick up some souvenirs and then left the country over a big old metal bridge that was packed with cars. It took us about 20 minutes to cross it but as soon as we got back onto ground, we were greeted with another longer line of cars waiting to get into the US.

(Welcome to the United States.)

Getting back in to the US was way different from getting into Canada at the Int'l Falls entrance. Here you pull up and they ask you a ton of questions, have someone walk around your vehicle with a dog, record your license plate, ask where you're from, how long you were in Canada, what you brought back, etc. I had some problems getting the gate to raise because I was on a motorcycle and pissed off a few drivers, but I didn't care.

After that, we were itching to just be somewhere, so we made a mad dash straight through the peninsula and made it to St. Ignace in about an hour and 20 minutes. And there, I found one of my favorite vacation spots ever...

Continued in Part V.

Canada ride- Part III

The trek to White River was certainly an interesting one. There was lots of beautiful scenery, despite the gray clouds that hung above us. The roads were in decent shape and were nice and twisty...that is, until we encountered our second bout of Canadian roadwork.

This is where I experienced the worst drivers ever: Canadian truckers.

Now I don't want to downplay truckers in general; if you have a CB radio and listen in on truckers' conversations, they're usually hilarious. If you have one in your car and are in need of some help, they're usually pretty helpful people. But in this case, I had a near-death (well, sort of) experience with the grill of a gigantic Mack semi.

(As mentioned in my previous entries, Canadian DOTs tear up the entire road when they do road work and don't do it one lane at a time like they do in the US. )

Eventually the pleasant ride came to a stand-still on Highway 17, and we were yet again waiting in a line of semis hauling things like wood chips and logs. We sat on our bikes for about 15 minutes before we started crawling again, and after crawling for about a mile or so we ended up on that infamous dirt-gravel mixture, but this time it was wet. Extra wet. Both my CX and Dad's GT struggled through the slosh while still trying to maintain balance and speed, but the trucker behind me in this turquoise Mack with a grill with a "jaws" bra on it was losing his patience.

As I was trying to balance myself going 10 mph uphill, this trucker (I kid you not) is a little over a yard away from me (bumper to bumper). I try to keep calm and quickly take my right hand off the bars and move it out pushed it downward a few times, trying to tell him to slow down. It's not a foul gesture, just an obvious way to say "you really need to slow down, I'm having issues". He then honked his horn at me.

Now.

Semi horns are loud. They're supposed to be loud. They're probably extra loud in Canada to scare bears or moose off the road.

I'm sure you've had a semi honk behind you before. You were probably in an enclosed car and were startled, but probably had an easier time getting out of his way. But you've never been riding out in the open on a motorcycle when a pissed-off trucker LAYS on his horn four feet behind you when you're having a hard enough time just staying upright. This scared the hell out of me and I tried to speed up. I could tell my Dad saw the whole thing, because he was doing the "slow down gesture" as well. Two minutes later, he gets up right behind me again and lays on the horn and then does a "honk-honk-honk-hoooooooonnnnkkkkkk!!" and if I hadn't taken the risk and gave it all the throttle I could in second gear to speed up, I would have been underneath that truck in a split second. Did I pull over to the right? No. I literally had nowhere to go, but into oncoming traffic.

My Dad made the bold decision to swerve over to the other lane, and swerved yet again into that lane's shoulder, and I followed suit. In any other situation, this would be a stupid (and illegal) move. In this situation, it might have saved me my life.

Did I flip him off? Of course I flipped him off. The guy almost ran me over twice and was obviously being an asshole about it, so I gave him a nice bold display of Yankee hand gestures in my bright yellow rain suit on the side of the road.

That my first real episode of road rage.

Then I saw a black bear in the ditch, and hoped the bear would slip into his cab at night. And then I thanked God that the bear wasn't in the ditch while I was pulled over or stopped in a mile-long line of traffic. I decided that was way scarier than getting ran over by a truck, so I felt better about the situation. (But I still hoped the bear would maul my tormentor that night).

About an hour after that, we stopped for gas and met a female rider from Vancouver that was riding her 80's Honda Magna to a business meeting all the way across Canada to Halifax (This is roughly the equivilant of riding from Washington state to Maine), who happened to be staying in White River as well. We offered to have her join us at dinner, but she said she was hitting the sack as soon as she got to town because she was going to be up and at it at 4 or 5 the next morning. She's doing the ride in a week.

White River, Ontario.

White River apparently has a reputation for being the "birthplace" of Winnie the Pooh. It was also quite a remote town until the early 60's- In the late 1800's, it was a rail town and wasn't accessible by car until 1961. (thanks, Wikipedia) About 100 miles outside of White River, you'll start seeing these old wooden signs advertising WtP's origins in White River, and it makes you think it is some major attraction.

When you pull into White River, you'll realize that Canada has been lying to you. Sort of.
Apparently I didn't see all of White River, but what I did see were two hotels, a gas station and a donut shop. We pulled into the Continental Motel and walked into the lobby, where we were greeted by a 50-something woman (wearing a WtP sweater, of course) and her insane collection of Winnie the Pooh collectibles. It was like walking into an episode of Hoarders, but with WTP stuff on shelves. She was very nice, and told us to check out the Winnie the Pooh park located next door. She made it sound like it was an amusement park...

We got to the hotel room (A+ on cleanliness, by the way) and walked over to the attached restaurant for dinner. I had been craving pasta all day, so I was stoked to have some. I ordered a ravioli bowl thinking I was in for a bowl full of overstuffed beef ravioli. What I got was way different: A bowl of the tiniest raviolis possible, with a pea-sized amount of meat in each. The sauce was Ragu with leftover ground beef and lots and lots of celery. Celery? Who puts celery in their pasta?

And did I mention how cold it was up in White River? White River prides itself on being "The coldest spot in Canada" (which, after a little research, was proven to be wrong) and it had to be about 48-50 degrees up there, with rain. The next morning we departed for the border in a downpour, but only after stopping to see the famed "Winnie the Pooh Park".

Let me tell you about this "epic" park. Epic fail, more like it.
The park has a single statue of Pooh up in a tree with his jar of honey. It's old and the colors have faded. There's a podium in front of the statue with a plaque that used to be on it, which has been removed. There's a new-ish playground behind it, but none of the equipment was Pooh themed or even colored- it was all just yellow and blue. There's a sign out front that says "Come to the WtP Festival, held every August" and that was it. That was the park that had been advertised several times 100 miles back. Even as a child, I know I wouldn't have much fun there.

We got back on the road and traveled south towards the border. We were getting tired of Canada and her tricks.

Continued in pt. IV.

To Do 2011

Thinking about my last big motorcycle trip, I went into the garage about an hour ago and looked at my two bikes with big ideas in mind. I think this next year instead of doing long-distance travel, I'd like to stay closer to home and do some improvements on my bikes. Here's a quick list of what needs to be done.

CX500

Fit/modify new tank (Deluxe tank! gives me twice the capacity!)
Fit new HD pipes to bike (Had the pipes for a year already)
If time allows, find a new seat cover & replace.

Titan

Rent/Buddy out a trailer and haul it over to the car wash and wash the hell out of it
Take off cover and inspect kickstarter- probably needs new gears
Test bike to see if it kicks over and starts and see how well it runs (maybe a test ride?)
Clean the metal (exhaust, forks, etc)
Air filters
Check oil filter and tank

Needs new/used
Rear fender
Tires
Grips
Kick lever
Rear brake lever
Cables
Battery (or alternate source of power for lights, the bike has no electric start)
Bulbs (probably)
Engine case hardware

Customize (pretty unnecessary stuff, but whatev)
Clubman handlebars
Paint (candy apple red or candy green)
Emblems

I think I can get the bike running and in good shape (if the kickstarter is all I need to replace) for about $400-500. The tires will suck up a lot of the budget at around 120 for both (if I'm lucky). A new kickstarter shaft + lever will run me about $80. Cables will cost around $35 for both, hardware is $20, brake lever is $30, chain is $40, battery is $40, fender is $80, grips are $10.

This leaves me at $455, but it could be more expensive or cheaper. The goal is to keep this bike a budget bike and get it running and looking decent to either keep or sell. Thankfully, it's easier to work on than the Honda.

Canada ride- Part II

Southern Canada is a lot like West Virginia.

If you've ever been to West Virginia and drove around, you know what I'm talking about.

I could say more and be pretty descriptive, but I'd be an asshole at the same time, so I'll leave it at that.

Trans-Canadian Hwy 17 cuts through the most deserted land I had ever been on. I've been to the Badlands and I thought that was pretty deserted, but this was worse. There's no gas stations for miles and miles and my bike had a range limited to about 120 miles at 60mph (including reserve). That day, I stretched it to 150 miles at 43mph. As soon as I hit 90 miles on the odo (where I usually expect to go on reserve) I turned on my left turn signal to let him know I hit reserve. Dad hit reserve soon after that and we rode about 10 more miles without any luck for gas stations, so we pulled over and looked at the map. The map showed a few towns, but we had already passed them and didn't see anything advertising a gas station, convenience store, etc. We decided to push on at 40mph to stretch our gas, and would go slower if we had to. The road was pretty deserted anyway, so nobody would really care if we were going that slow. After riding for about an hour at 40mph (panicking the entire way) we finally pulled over to some sort of rest stop and asked someone if there was a gas station nearby. He directed us to the nearest one (about 3 miles away) but it was one that we totally would have missed if we hadn't asked. It was a tiny ESSO establishment on the side of the road with two pumps and a small convenience store.

Now I had never been to Canada before, so I didn't know that full-service gas stations were commonplace there. A young guy about my age came out and grabbed the pump and headed towards our bikes while we just stared at him. As he was about to touch the bike we our staring faces turned into WTF faces and we stopped him before he could open the lids to our tanks. The pumps themselves were some of the oldest I had ever seen, and I thought I'd seen the oldest ones riding through Missouri last year. They of course didn't take credit cards and had the little numbers that flipped over on the display.

While my dad was gassing up the bikes, I went into the convienence store to use the washroom and get something to drink. I couldn't find the bathroom in there, so I asked the lady behind the counter, who was wearing a t-shirt with the sleeves ripped off with a picture of a teddy bear holding a flower on it. I was very polite to her when asking, but all I got out of her was "CAN'T YOU READ!? ITS OVER THERE...dumb f'ing Yankee..." I went back and still couldn't find it but a young girl (probably her daughter) led me to the bathroom, embarrassed at her mom's lack of manners. After that I grabbed a drink and realized I didn't know how to pay in Canadian money and forgot the difference between a "toonie" and a "loonie". I just slapped a bunch of cash on the counter and hoped for the best. The crabby lady gave me a look and shook her head and gave me my change and we were back on our way.

So that was my first real encounter with a Canadian in their own territory, and it supported my theory that this area was a lot like West Virginia. Although, if you said "dumb f'ing Yankee" in WV, you'd probably get tar and feathered or shot. Probably the latter.

The rest of Canada 17 was pretty much the same. My next Canadian encounter was with the Canadian DOT...

When Canada repairs a road, they don't do it one lane at-a-time. They rip up the whole freaking road (sometimes 5-10 miles long) and make you follow a pilot truck and ride over loose gravel and mud to get past the construction. If you don't ride, let me remind you that it's not easy to ride a motorcycle through gravel at any speed. It's best to ride through it at 10-25mph, but doing that and trying to balance your bike loaded with luggage and keep it going straight at the same time while there's a line of honking cars behind you isn't fun. I experienced something like this at least four times on my trip through Canada and this was the smoothest construction I had encountered.

We eventually made it up to Thunder Bay (which has great views, similar to Duluth's scenery), but we found out it wasn't that great of a town. We stopped in a hotel and walked about 5 blocks past tons of strip clubs (we couldn't tell if we were in the wrong side of town or not) to a Canadian Applebee's, where I was introduced to Canadian beer and gravy. Molson Canadian isn't too bad, and the famous gravy wasn't bad either. Its basically a heavily spiced brown gravy that Canadians treat like ketchup. It goes on anything ketchup goes on, but I preferred to just use it for my fries.

After that, in the morning we departed for White River, ON.
Continued in Part III.

Canada ride- Part I

Okay, so I feel pretty guilty about not posting anything in the last six or so months.

The Canada trip was bittersweet. I saw a lot of cool things and actually rode my bike to a foreign country, but 70% of it was ridden in really cold rain. It rained the entire way to Minneapolis, it rained on the way to Duluth, it rained (a little) on the way to Thunder Bay, it rained (a little) on the way to White River, it rained the entire way from White River to the US border, it did not rain from St. Ignace to Flint, but did rain halfway from Flint to Chicago. And then it rained the entire way from Chicago back to Iowa.

So we started off heading up towards Dubuque. We crossed the border into Wisconsin and followed the border a bit and then crossed back into Iowa because my dad got lost. As soon as we crossed back into Iowa it started pouring, but it was okay because we had our rain gear on for warmth earlier anyway. At about 3pm 60 miles south of Rochester, MN the CX had a major meltdown.

During the hardest rainfall I had ever ridden in, I experienced a feeling that was similar to running out of gas when I forget to put it on reserve. The bike loses power, falls behind and sputters as I move into the slow lane to turn on the reserve and speed up. It takes about 30 seconds to kick in and bring me back up to speed, but this time doing so didn't help. I had ridden about 70 miles already, which (depending on the conditions) is when I should usually switch over to reserve anyway. It was still sputtering and revving and demanded that I quickly downshift and turn it off. I did that and sat there for a minute, and then I started the bike back up again. It hesitated but eventually started and idled fine. My dad was about 7 miles ahead of me before he realized I had pulled over (despite my honking and light flickering) and had no remedy for the situation so I got back on and rode it for another 20 miles until it did it again. The rain was coming down in sheets now and was starting to collect on roads in every small town we pulled into, but as soon as the heavy rain subsided, the bike ran fine. When we got to Rochester we pulled the fuel line and put an entire new tank of gas in it (thinking water got into the fuel and fouled it) and then it ran like usual all the way through the busy Minneapolis traffic to our destination.

The next day we departed Minneapolis and headed towards Duluth in partly cloudy skies. It eventually started to rain 100 miles out but after a really boring ride up north we arrived in Duluth where it was nice and sunny. Duluth is pretty scenic and seems like a fun town, but there's a lot of homeless people and nomads with backpacks running around because its pretty much the end of the line for Minnesota. After visiting the cool locomotive station there, we headed up to Hibbing, MN where my next problem arose.


The Duluth area has some of the crappiest roads I've ever ridden on. Super bumpy with tons of potholes. We took a really bad side road to get to Hibbing, where I lost my luggage.
Losing something that's been sitting behind you and providing you with a back rest for the last 400 miles is a surreal feeling. It was a brand new expensive waterproof duffel bag that had all of my clothes and electronics accessories stuffed in it. It had been wrapped down nicely with about 4 bungee cords so I thought it would have been fine, but as soon as I heard the bungees banging against the side of the bike and scratching my sidecovers (and potentially getting into the spokes of my rear wheel) I freaked out and cautiously pulled over immediately. After meeting back up with my dad, we combed a 30 mile stretch of road for an hour and a half, burning daylight and looking for my missing bag. In that hour and a half about 5 cars went down that road coming from Hibbing like us, and I'm sure one of those cars stole my bag. I went back looking for it right away and still couldn't find it. I called the local Sheriffs office (where they didn't do anything about it, of course) and went to Wal Mart (ugh) and blew $100 replacing everything I lost.

Lessons learned: Be more obsessive-compulsive about your bungee cords. Pull over when you rode through a bumpy road and re-tighten everything. Put a card in your luggage with your name and address on it. Make your luggage visible in case it gets thrown into a ditch.

After that and spending a night creeping the NE MN "lost and found" section on CraigsList and talking to local authorities, we left for International Falls for the monumental border crossing.

It was possibly the easiest border crossing ever. My dad went in first and handed the officer his passport and told him I was with him on a trip and the guy waved me through and didn't even ask for my passport. I stopped at the window anyway to hand it to him just to be sure but he just shook his head and told me to have fun. I had my first taste of Vietnamese food in town (A+) in town there and then crossed a series of bridges from island-to-island to get on the main road to start going across Canada.




Continued in Part II.