I really want to get the Silver bike back on the road. It's such a nice bike, and so much fun to ride that it just hurts to have it not being enjoyed.
Before the exodus I was making pretty good progress, but that all came to a halt, and parts are now somewhat challenging to locate. Still some progress occurred today. I was able to grab a few hours to wrench. Sadly though it got dark rather quickly, and this became much of a brail operation.
I started out with the fluids, and that included the coolant. That went fairly well and straight forward.
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Next up was the tranny oil. To achieve this means removing the carb as it occludes the filler. This is one of the disadvantages of installing a 24mm carb.
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With the carb out of the way the oil could flow. I use the Motul Transoil. The Derbi takes about 650ml, but you want to check it with the bleed bolt.
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The last thing on the agenda, well at least for this night, was the throttle/cable setup. The previous cable was too short, and the throttle seemed to have an issue. I had another cable, and throttle, and I figure with the two of them I could make a working system. I was about half right!
Seems this cable was out of commission because it binds holding the throttle open. But it was longer, and therefore slightly better. The end of it though had trouble fitting into the slide, so it had to be shortened.
While engaged in these blind shenanigans the needle fell out, and down to the cardboard sticking in like a knife during a game of Mumblety-peg.
Eventually I was able to Stevie Wonder my way through the process simply because I've done this so many times now. With the bike together it was time to start it up. It really didn't want to start up. Probably because in my dilapidated state I'm really not able to do these sorts of things.
I thought it might have been a fouled plug. Pulled it, and cleaned it. I noticed that the plug wire had come out of the coil, so I fixed that, and gave it another go. Still didn't want to start. It was quite dark now, and really I was exhausted.
I really wanted to hear the bike startup so I gave it one more go pushing it with all that I had left. Sure enough it fired right up. I was once again a happy camper. There just isn't anything as sweet sounding as a two stroke starting up after enduring so much effort to achieve said music.
