Post 7 - 67000 miles young

This is post 7 in a series of posts detailing preparation for my upcoming trip to France. Seeing as I will be leaving for France tomorrow this will be the final blog entry of preparation but once in France I will do my best to keep the blog posts going. I hope you've all enjoyed the reading and the pictures.

It is fitting that as 67000 miles rolled by on the odometer that the VFR is luggaged up to bring me to the ferry in Rosslare tomorrow and then on to France. Those that know me know that I have a pretty special bond with my bike and its gear-driven cams (those that know me better will no doubt laugh at that part in particular!) and it gave me a lot of pleasure to see that figure ride on the odometer. This is a very mature bike, 17 years old now, but yet it seems it is in the spring of its years. Even fully loaded tonight with luggage it felt sprightly, never out of breath, and handled well. Yes the rear shock is probably at the end of its life, it needs a rebuild, but the front is very comfortable and confidence inspiring after its own rebuild and spring change. The engine is perfect, the torque of the vee combined with the revs of a four cylinder. It does it all. And I am relying on it to bring me to France, and back. 

The old one had become fairly squared off after about 6000 miles

I've no doubt the bike will play its part but I've my own part to play of course so today, with substantial help from Eddie and Martin in the University College Cork Motorcycle Club, a new Metzeler Z8 was fitted to the rear wheel. Then began a wild goose chase to find somewhere that could actually balance a VFR rear wheel, the single sided swingarm hub within the wheel making a normal wheel balancer useless. This really ate into the day. Starting the job at about 12, it didn't end until about 5pm! And then of course I had to wash the bike when I got home to make sure it was nice and fresh for the trip and that I hadn't missed out on anything in my checks. I used Vulcanet wipes for this, a product that has really impressed me, notably because I got it as a present from my brother so I didn't have to spend my own money on it! Therefore there was no pool of water under the bike afterwards which kept all happy. 

Putting the tyre on the manual bead breaking machine. This was all tough work.

In between these jobs I have managed to buy an AA glovebox road map of France. It was a nice size and has a flipboard ring to enable the pages be turned easily and will fit nicely into the map pocket of the tankbag which is good. I checked over my proposed route again, came up with an alternative, just in case, and printed this off of Google Maps too for good measure. In fact, once home I laid out everything on the table in the kitchen and found a lot of documents indeed. I've photocopied everything as well so there are two copies of each document that I am legally supposed to bring with the copies being stashed under the seat of the VFR and the originals staying in a folder in my tankbag. Here's a photo of the documents and books on the kitchen table. Some are maps of course but there are also four books which I am currently using for a chapter of the PhD so they have to come too!

Some of the paper luggage

With dinner now finished it really was time to get moving on the packing. I had said it yesterday that I would take ages doing it but actually I didn't. The problem lay in how late I started considering the issues with having the rear wheel balanced. Being gone for ten days meant it was time to whip out the panniers, soft ones, and use these for some clothes. The tankbag would carry my camera, a book for the ferry, my documents and some munchies. Always important. The panniers would contain the clothes for my stay in France and the topbox would have 3 books, a small folder of college stuff, and a plastic bag with a set of clothes for the ferry. The logic here is that once the bike was strapped down on the ferry I could just grab this bag from the topbox, along with my tankbag (where the toiletries are), and walk to my cabin. There'd be no messing with opening panniers and lookinAdd captiong for clothes and wasting time AND messing up how I had set it all up. Someone mentioned this idea on the Bikersoracle VFR forum and whoever it was they deserve the thanks. The result of it is that my topbox is fairly empty once that overnight bag for the ferry is removed but this is ok as the weight of the luggage is kept low in the panniers. 

The important items in the tankbag!

Fully loaded and ready!

From the top - bulb kit in the white sock, tool kit in the black sock wrapped in bungee cord, photocopied documents in a plastic pocket, spare bungee, multimeter and disc-lock. The seat even went back on!

There was also the issue of a toolkit, the compulsory spare lightbulb kit, the multimeter, the disc-lock, and the photocopies of my documents. The VFR is not blessed with tons of underseat storage but I made the best use of what I had available. I used a sock as a tool bag, packing the essentials into this and wrapping it with a bungee cord. I also wrapped the bulb kit with a sock too and squeezed that in directly behind the rear lights, making use of that space. At this stage the bike is fully ready to go, the tank bag and panniers are packed and attached to the bike and it even got a small test run too. The viffer will clock up another few miles tomorrow on the road to Wexford to bring it well over the 67000 mark but, I am sure, they will be miles that it will brush off and make some fun of too. All I have to do it make sure that I play my part!

Post 6 - Who Says Photocopying and Mapping are old school?

This is post 6 in a series of posts detailing preparation for my upcoming trip to France. It's getting close now so get in while they're hot!

It seems that today GPS rules the roost when it comes to making your way around different countries but for the purposes of my own trip to France it very much looks like I will be using good old-fashioned paper maps supplemented by a route that I made on Google Maps and subsequently printed. Having used GPS through my phone on a couple of previous locations in Ireland, where I am, it has proven handy but then I don't have to worry about data charges here. I do if I am abroad and have not even looked into things such as offline maps yet. And I don't think I will either. People have been using paper maps for a long time and road signage is supposed to be decent in France so surely I can get by. There is also a certain romanticism to using paper and planning it out well beforehand. But why is this?

I would think that this is all especially prevalent on motorbikes. After all, the cliche of "it's not about the destination, it's about the journey" has been developed almost specifically for bikes! This post is not supposed to be a criticism of GPS, I have stated that it is very useful, but I have found it extremely exciting to be studying maps on screen and on paper, checking a road on Google Street View, counting roundabouts, noting the name of towns that I should pass and imagining what they look like. I'm sure I will be in for some shocks as I pass by a prettily named town that's actually falling down around itself! With a GPS unit I could just set the destination and follow it but, in a certain way, that would mean removing some control of the process from myself. I would be following what the machine tells me and while I acknowledge that I set the machine to not send me on toll roads or motorways, and thereby control aspects of it, there is something about physical maps and good old paper that really make a trip like this special. They will bear the crumples and tears of some hours in the saddle, the portray places in your mind, they allow the imagination to run a little wild. They also consume no battery power!

Today I spent a few minutes on Google Maps, perhaps contradictory to what I am saying above about GPS, and printed off a routing for myself to study before buying a proper map later. And studying the bits of paper made me pretty excited about the whole escapade, it's becoming real now. On top of this I had to make sure to photocopy my driver licence, my bike registration cert, my insurance cert, and I made a copy of my ferry tickets as well. Just in case. Seeing them strewn on the desk in work was interesting, they were concrete items which showed that the trip, indeed was real. It was happening. It will be.

Old school as photocopying is (why not take a digital picture of the documents?) it just added some reality to the whole trip. I had to make a conscious effort to get into the university library and use the photocopiers, not much effort mind you, but more than just clicking a mouse or directing a web browser to some site or other. It made it into a physical reality. I don't know am I conveying this properly but it is late here at this stage and I still want to watch the MotoGP practice before I fall asleep!

The plan for Saturday is to fit the new rear tyre, which should be a gym session of a time considering I will be doing it manually (but with help and direction from Eddie on the SV650). With that out of the way it will be time to consider packing. I say consider because I have never been the best packer. THe suitcases will look neat and tidy once I am done but the time in between consideration and actual action is always verrrrry long. I tend to make a list, take some stuff out and throw them on the bed and then wait. I make a "maybe" pile and allow it to become substantially bigger than the "definite" pile or "no" pile thus ruining the whole idea of this! I sit around a little more. There is the inevitable moment where I think "why didn't I throw this out before?" I am sure that tomorrow will be little different but, again, it is part of the fun. It is manual, it is slowish but it addes reality to the whole thing. Obviously I will need clothes but I will also need to bring a few folders and books for working when in France. My camera is coming with me as well. Sounds like I'll have to notch up the preload a few bits already...

Post 5 - Smelling tyres and setting the sag

This is the fifth in a series of blog posts detailing my preparation for a trip to France on my VFR. 

Roads in Ireland are far from what they should be. They are often bumpy, badly laid out, full of potholes and areas which are sinking into bog, are cut up, gravel strewn and plain bad. Over the last 15 years a modern motorway network has developed throughout the country. Well, actually, a network which connects the major cities to Dublin but seldom to one another, has been developed and the surface and lay out these motorways is pretty good. But then motorways are pretty boring places to be. When on two-wheels you want there to be glorious sweeping bends, hairpin turns, elevation changes, and, importantly in terms of keeping your fun safe, visibility. Many of the hedges that go along Irish roads are not cut back to allow a rider or driver to see through a bend. You're simply expected to have x-ray vision and know. Perhaps road designers have some form of telepathy going on. Or radar. Whatever it is I don't have it and blind corners are often the order of the day here. 

New Metzeler Z8 waiting to be fitted before Sunday.

In planning this trip I have been looking at routes and using Google Street View to get an idea of what I will be looking at as I exit Cherbourg on Monday and set off to Le Mans. Coupled with knowledge from a previous trip (where I flew over) the roads look pretty bloody good. I find it hard to see any giant, bike-swallowing, potholes (there are at least two on the approach road to my house here) and most of the corners I have seen are easy to see through. I have promised myself that I will stay off of the toll roads unless it is absolutely necessary to use them, they don't look like fun over there at all and while they would get me to the destination a little quicker, the time difference is actually not that big. Either way I need to put 4 hours away to cover what I need to cover. The other thing to consider is that I will be driving on a different side of the road than usual and the extra concentration required will no doubt leave me feeling tired at the end of my trip despite the lack of a huge amount of hours in the saddle. 

And this is where we come right back to it. The hours in the saddle are hours that you want to spend being comfortable and having fun. I read somewhere before that the best suspension is one that is as soft as possible whilst still allowing the greatest amount of control. You essentially want the best of both worlds. When I first bought the VFR I wanted to try and keep it as standard as I could but the front forks had been crying out for some sort of attention for a long time. About two months ago I embarked on an adventure which involved trying to pull one of the fork legs apart using a car. Surprised at how easy the job seemed, for a first timer, I seperated one fork and emptied it of the smelly fork oil inside and then began working on the other leg. However it seemed that the bushings inside jammed into one another and there was no way of seperating the leg from the stanchion without serious heat. We tried a car first, tying one end to a caego container and the other to the two-hitch on the car but that didn't do anything bar snap some rope. When all was said and done I had new seals, new bushings, new Progressive Suspension springs and new 10wt fork oil to boot. The front was now a lot more refined, not diving heavily under braking as it had done (particularly annoying with a pillion) and yet was still supple enough to soak up imperfections on the surface. I had even painted the fork legs as I was at it and was very pleased with the whole job. However, one thing that was not done, and which I bet a lot of motorcyclists have never done, is set the static sag of the suspension.

You do this in order to ensure that the suspension is working in the middle of its range, the optimum part, so you get a full use of the whole spring. Many are riding around using just the top of the spring due to incorrect sag and so are not getting the benefit of the full suspension components. There are plenty of online guides as to what to do if you search and I would recommend you do. Wanting my bike's suspension to be as good as it can be for the trip to France I was helped, very graciously by Martin and Eddie and Gary, with setting my front sag. Apparently it had been too soft. We did not go near the back as we had run out of time at this stage but with luggage being loaded up I wonder what the damper will make of it all. I reckon the Showa OEM part is past it's best at this stage and is due a rebuild. From various readings the Showa kit is actually decent quality but the oil inside breaks down over time and needs rebuilding. Having ridden a Bandit for a good while anything feels harder after that but over long undulations on the road you can feel the shock becoming a little boingy and overworked in the damping compartment. I suppose the best I can do with the luggage on the back of the bike is keep the heavier stuff, whatever that stuff will be, low down in the soft panniers and put light stuff in the top box. I tend to put clothes in the topbox by default in order to keep things dry and might do likewise this time as well. Once all loaded up I think I will just wind the preload to the max and that should see me through. For the next trip I hope to have the shock rebuilt and good as new to match a completely revitialised front end.  

In other news the Metzeler Z8 rear arrived today and it looks very big. Tyres always do when off the rims. This will need fitting before Sunday, I don't think they allow tyre fitting on the ferry and I think I'd have trouble fitting it into my tankbag anyway (!), but tyre fitting isn't as bad as it might seem. Although the times I have seen it done manually involved a lot of sweating and swearing. Still, a bit of shouting can be therapeutic. 

Seeing as I only have one picture on the blog today I will leave you with this promotional video which Honda made for the fabled NR750 in the early 1990s. The looks of the RC36 VFR 750, my one, was very much influenced by the NR. The air ducts are a direct relation, the dashboard as many similarities as well as the general shape of it. They also share gear driven cams and a design attitude of "all-roundedness" which is great for some but others don't like the lack of a particular flair for one small area of biking. Each to their own. One thing we can all agree on though is just how much of an engineering triumph the NR was. Oval pistons which worked everyday and a basic heads-up-display in 1992... If you cannot afford one then buy an RC36, it's not far off it in terms of design anyway and if you want to changer the screen you won't have to mortgage the house. Even a screen for an NR costs several thousand euro as they are titanium coated. And if you need another spare part Honda locate the original worker who made the original part and have him/her supervise the making of the replacement to ensure it is exactly as it should be. That is a level of precision, not just on an engineering scale, but on a human scale, that is typically Japanese. If I end up on straight miles of road at least this gives me something to think about!

Post 4 - Such a far away dream (or is it?)

This is the fourth in a series of blog posts detailing my preparation for a trip to France on my VFR. This one is 
less personal than post 3 but I think it contains some interesting observations on the idea of an adventure, or a dream, and the control of that. And some comments on a soft rear shock.

I messaged a fellow VFR rider who I count as a friend a few hours ago to let him know that I would be having something to eat in Rosslare before catching the ferry after that on Sunday. Hitting 'send' and thinking of what I had just typed out seemed to bring the trip all the closer and remind me of the things I should do before I can say that I am fully ready. I know I could just forget that and not worry but then I did say in the first post of this series that I would do my best to over-complicate things! Still, today wasn't a bad day by any means in that my new tyre has been dispatched and I bought a 10mm hose joiner as well. This might seem like a strange acquisition but the fuel pumps on mid-nineties Japanese bikes are often a little unreliable. While I changed the points on mine in September I am ever wary of it jamming up and when it does jam up it jams up in such a way that the pump is closed so fuel cannot even flow by force of gravity. My worst nightmare would be to have to post up a story of how my fuel pump failed causing me to miss the ferry so a 10mm hose joiner was a must to carry under the seat. If the worst was to happen all I would have to do is use the joiner to bypass the fuel pump and, as long as the tank was kept over halfway full, I could ride on. The thing is though, at this point in time, I have no tool kit with which to dismantle bits and pieces at the roadside. Well I do but it would be much too large to fit to the back of the bike! Or under the seat! Like the tyre and hose joiner though it is something I am working on and I even managed to type out a short list on my phone last night of what documents would need to be photocopied before Sunday. The organisation then, is slowly taking shape.

Shiny in the sun after washing, polishing, and waxing the day before. 17 years old and 67000 miles.

Some people will never have to organise and prepare this much for a holiday in their lives and while this is not really a holiday as such (as work will be coming with me) it still applies. When we think of a holiday we think of a plane taking us to a sunny beach, all we need is a beach towel, passport and bank card and maybe some sun cream. You don't become intimately involved in preparing the aircraft yourself, you don't decide on the route (just the destinations on offer), you don't tend to consult with locals to ask for their opinions (although sites such as Tripadvisor are changing this to a certain extent I suppose). With the preparation for this trip I have become involved on all of these levels and use this blog to express my thoughts on it all. I have, and still am, preparing the bike, planning my route and consulting with various people, including readers of the blog, on what I do when in France etc. It's a gratifying experience really because it empowers me and shows me that, in a world where control is increasingly taken away from the end-user, that I still have a good deal of control over my own little dream trip. Yes, as I have said before, this is not a round-the-world adventure, I probably will not have to hike across tundra to find water (!), but it is a big adventure for me. 

The reasons these thoughts came to mind today was because I happened to talk to a couple of people briefly and mentioned I was taking the bike to France. They seemed amazed and it coupled nicely with my theory that there are many many people out there who dream of having a bike, and the freedom that supposedly comes with one, someday but, for whatever reasons, have put it off and may never get one. The overburdened fathers in the B&Q carpark on a Sunday morning who crane their necks at the sound of an approaching motorbike are the type of people I am talking about in this instance. Many would love a bike and the freedom it can bring but many will never make the time for it, busy as they are. That's not to say I am not busy, I am, but I have no kids to worry about! Instead a lot of these people will go to the travel agent and sign up for a package holiday which will allow them to relax but which, in the process, takes away a lot of the control they would otherwise have over their break. One is not better than the other but there are virtues to taking control of your own little break and one of those virtues is in the preparation such as the ordering of a new tyre, the cleaning of the machine, the ordering of a fuel hose joiner "just in case". In a sense it also stretches out the break because it forces you to think a little more about it and, for me anyway, I envision things ahead and that just makes the anticipation all the better. Overall though it proves that you can be independent and that you can make your own pathway.

To wrap all of this up I think it might be wise to note that to do this properly a list will soon be needed and so, tomorrow's post might just include a list of things I need to do as of yet. We'll see what comes into my mind...

 By the way, today's post was actually going to be about the suspension set-up of the bike in preparation for the trip but that might just have to wait for another day. As I was riding home from university through the city I was noticing, and have been noticing a lot lately, the back end of the bike is getting pretty soft. It's become worse since putting 10wt fork oil in the front and installing Progressive Suspension springs in place of the OEM ones. Now the front does not dive as much and is very controlled and I think it might be showing up a tired rear shock. With the weight of some luggage going to France it might be time to play around with preload and damping settings. I can add it to the list!

Until next time, thanks for reading!

Post 3 - Clean machine, clean mind???

This is the third in a series of blog posts detailing my preparation for a trip to France on my VFR. This one is a little personal, perhaps too much so, but I hope it gives you an idea of the depth of thought I get into when washing the bike.

"You missed a spot". "There's a little bit of dirt still there". These are mainstays of those who poke fun at someone who spends hours cleaning something. I've used them myself many times and, indeed, have had them used at me too. I've always considered myself to be a very neat person because tidiness allows me to get on with whatever I have at hand, whether that be work, thinking, reading, looking. A tidy space allows, for me, a tidy mind. This all feeds into the stereotype of the predictable person who has everything in order, is punctual, doesn't defy authority and fits into neat stereotypical boxes. The thing is, although I love having things neat and tidy, I have never been known as being punctual (I've become better but I see myself as adhering to a more Italian way of timing rather than, say Germanic). I probably am a little predictable but then if I think of some of my former classmates in school I doubt any of them predicted, based on my behaviour in school, that I would love motorbikes. Perhaps some of them predicted that I would go on to do a PhD in university, and specifically, in history based on my love of that subject in school. I may have predicted that I would go on and do this as well (I originally wanted to be a history teacher) but I am not sure if I would ever have predicted some of the mindsets that I have entertained and considered throughout my two and  half years in the PhD. Where am I going with all of this?

Setting up the powerhose (I know, I know, never use one on a bike...I think you can as long as you are very careful and never spray too close, otherwise bearings and electrical components and seals become unhappy), bringing the car shampoo, polish, and wax out to the front of the house, I began to think about all of this. Not far across the road was a guy, same age as I am, who now has a kid and is married but who had kinda bullied me back in my primary school days. I never had a huge circle of friends in school but he was a constant bugbear until one day I finally decided to take him on. He ran away. I didn't get the satisfaction of really hitting him but still... Anyway as I saw him I wondered did he have any idea where I am now in my life and would he ever have thought that a softy like me would have a motorbike. As I wondered I set the powerhose up and began to shower the bike with water to loosen any dirt particles before applying a sponge to it. I used Farecla's G3 range of paint detox, paint renovator and resin wax which I can heartily recommend even if the wax is hard work (smells nice though). Having thoroughly wet the bike I applied my clean sponge and, one panel at a time, worked in the paint detox shampoo. This stuff is supposed to take off prior layers of wax to leave a bare surface for a polish and wax afterwards and you can almost feel that when you run a finger on the paint afterward. Also the water dries off in a different way than it would if you used a wax shampoo like Turtle Wax Car Shampoo. 

The Honda logo from the fuel tanks reflects on a polished panel.

The RC36 model of VFR has many little vents and sections in the plastic which require attention when cleaning and as I got further into the details I began to think of where I was right now in my life. The bike then, while its paintwork was being reconditioned by me, was, in a sense, also reconditioning my mind and forcing what had previously been ingrained and unthought to come out and be examined like the bits of dirt that stick to paintwork over time. The bike wasn't dirty by any means, most would have said it did not need washing but as for my mind, well it's not been as neat and tidy as I would like for quite some time. On the surface everything looks fine but underneath there are torrents of thought which scatter whatever order I have managed to find. The PhD is the central part of this and while I love history and love studying it, the PhD has changed me and I find myself more irritable, much less relaxed and stressed out. Cleaning the bike allows you to think about these deep inner thoughts, or so I think, because you concentrate on the action of cleaning. You are not distracted and therefore have space to think. And space to clean out the mind and try and bring order to the disorder inside. These were deep thoughts for me but the act of cleaning the bike allowed them to come to the surface, it may actually have brought them right up to the surface. Here I was doing something I really love, paying close attention to a motorbike, while thinking about something else I love but am having real difficulty with. 

There are two frames of view for both aspects both the cleaning and the thinking. Today as I cleaned every nook and cranny of the VFR I was up close to it, examining each and every bit, with every small thing contributing to the bigger picture. There are many who wash their bikes with a garden hose and some shampoo from the shower and as long as it looks decent from ten or twenty feet away they are happy and the VFR could be looked at similarly, I could stand back and admire it but in doing so overlook the smaller things which annoy me up close like scratches or a rusty fastener or two. My thinking today, about my life right now, went in a similar but opposite way. The closer, short-term, image looks decent. Doing a PhD is something many have said to me that they'd also love to do (not sure if I would recommend however), I have gotten to research in the Jimmy Carter Presidential Library and see Atlanta, give a conference paper in Newcastle in the UK, can pick my own hours and I even get to teach (which is my real passion I think). However if you step back and look at the longer-term, twenty feet, image, things seem different. There is no end date for my PhD, I have research plans which never seem to stick, I feel lost in space at times, by the time I have my foot on a career ladder I will be nearing 30, there is no serious funding readily available for my research so I can never treat it as a full-time job as such and money must always be watched carefully. Not to mention points where I have felt mentally and emotionally drained to the point where I feel sick. These are right dichotomies. 

Researching in a Presidential Library. Nice in the short-term image...sorry there is no bike here!

As I put the powerhose away and began to rub the paint restorer (which is basically a polish) onto the paintwork (starting with the tank), I had no idea of what to make of what was going on in my head. The paint restorer gently abrades dirt from the surface and smooths out the surface for the wax. It, essentially, prepares the freshly washed and freshly bared surface for a protectant coating and I wondered if it were possible to use some of this on my brain to smooth things out inside. I'm not bald so it would be considerably more difficult to rub in though. Neither is my skin metallic, this particular stuff is for metallic paints. Hmm. While there was no more order to the thoughts in my head at this point, I did feel that, since taking the cleaning stuff out to start, that there was more substance to the thoughts jumbled up inside. I had more to say about them, if not what order to say that in. The bike itself was beginning to look rather dapper again, the metallic flakes in the green paintwork were really to the fore now, the rare sun making them dazzle. For a 17 year old bike with almost 67,000 miles on the clock the paint really does look well, to the point where there were moments when some of the metal flakes seemed to be floating within a pool of thick paint. The resin wax added to the shine and smoothed out the surface but was difficult to put on what with it being quite thick. All that was left from here was the black plastics which I use WD40 on in order to restore there proper colour. And then a quick spray of it into the control switches to get rid of excess water which may have crept in. The devil is in the details in these little jobs, overlook them and see your electrics eventually turn to dust. At least that is what I think. 

Done, the photographer's reflection is to the left of the visible front indicator!

Standing back at this point and admiring the bike from ten feet back the little scratches that are evidence of 17 years of use on the road were much harder to see. The little bits of dirt in tiny nooks that I simply could not reach were invisible now, the overall sheen of the bike capturing my eye and preventing any deviations. Being honest, I was happy with that day's work, I could be proud of the VFR again. As for my own mind the overall sheen of the clean VFR made me focus a little more on the nicer short-term, closer image, of my own life. Such things as cleaning the VFR are part of that more short-term picture (cleaning a VFR is hardly up there with mortgages and careers in terms of life events is it? Maybe it is...) and it had brought me a lot of satisfaction today so perhaps by concentrating on these more short-term bits then I could bring myself that little bit more satisfaction. As I tidied the cleaning products away and parked up the VFR the thoughts in my head were no more in order but they were certainly "cleaner", they were a little more defined. It might seem a little mad but in cleaning my bike I often think I am cleaning my own mind, or at least allowing it some space to shake off some of the deposits that rest and stick over time. 



As an aside, if an important one, I bought a new rear tyre for the VFR today. A Metzeler Z8 which I will have to fit during the week. I also have a mini compass on the way which I will stick to the cockpit of the VFR for navigation (I will be using maps I think as I cannot afford mobile data roaming for navigation through Google Maps on my phone) and I even took out my set of freebie panniers and hosed them free of dust so they will be ready for the trip too. Also, thank you for reading this far, I know this has been a long one and a very personal one too, I just hope that I managed to convey the connection between cleaning the bike and time for personal thoughts that I recognise!

Post 2 - Fixing, finally, that bloody back brake

This is the second in a series of blog posts detailing my preparation for a trip to France on my VFR.

Back brakes and Nevin have rarely gotten on well thinking about it now. On the Honda Innova that I first rode the drum rear brake would consistently squeak and, in wet weather, it would want to lock up. Being a drum brake it never gave much in the way of feedback anyway, you could never tell what it was doing. It's use then was extremely limited. This continued on to my next bike, a Suzuki Bandit 600. The rear Tokico opposed piston caliper is a mainstay of many Japanese bikes, the same set up being used in any other bikes of that era. Mine worked for a while but then I could start to see a dust seal worming its way out and I could never manage to open the caliper to actually rebuild it. Buying a used caliper did help but I never think back to the Bandit with thoughts of a great rear brake. The VFR, for the last months, has gone down a similar path. When used the rear would simply want to lock itself in place. You can imagine it is fairly disconcerting when filtering through traffic. I had put new seals in the caliper last summer and had even cleaned out the master cylinder thoroughly only a week or so ago. And still the rear brake was binding. That means, when used, the brake would not retract and would still be, well, braking. The engine thus has to work harder, the rear brake heats up a lot more than normal etc etc.

Well today I went into the workshop and decided it was time to take the caliper off, take the seals out and scrape the bores clean. If you don't know how a brake caliper works, here's a quick run down - when you press the pedal, or pull the lever, you are pushing brake fluid along a hose/line into a caliper. In here we have a piston, or two, or three, or four, or six. The fluid pushes against the piston which moves outward pushing a brake pad against the brake disc and thus slowing your machine down. Rubber seals stop the fluid from escaping past the piston but allow the piston to move freely. In theory. On mine corrosion and dirt had built up behind the seals, causing the piston to "jam" up and keep the brake on. This was especially so if the brake was hot as the piston would expand ever so slightly. We are talking tenths of millimetres here but it all counts. Here's a picture of the dust seal bore with the dirt all gunked up inside:

It looks like a black ring but that is dirt and corrosion.

I didn't have new seals to hand for this job so I had to be extremely careful in taking the seals out and then cleaning the bores. I used a bunch of small seal pullers which look like needles and just scraped everything away until I was left with bare alloy again. Such work reminds you of the age of the machine. I had been pretty angry about this rear brake for some time but when you actually go and look at this closely, and the work and the machining that was involved when the part was made, you can see a real complexity going on. Obviously it is nothing compared to a brand new Brembo monobloc but there is a lot going on nonetheless. In appreciating that complexity you can find yourself forgiving the machine for many faults. Just so I can get to work or college or go have a bit of fun on a nice road an awful lot of parts have to work perfectly and in tandem. While working on a delicate part of the bike and using tools that look like they came from a kids Fisher Price set you sometimes can better step back to see the widescreen technicolour picture, the full view. By the time I was finished with these thoughts the bores had come to look like this:

Spick and span on the left and on the right one piston in and the other out with red rubber grease smeared lightly on the bores to help prevent future corrosion.

Now that they were all clean the red rubber grease could be smeared on, seals reinserted after a clean and an inspection and then the pistons could be slid back in .One was almost impossible to remove at first so, from the get-go, I knew I was on to a winner in looking at this stuff. As I had the Dremel out, well it's a fake one, a Bremel (not really, but it is crap), I decided to do this. It's a little naff but I think it fits the VFR style and gives Nissin some credit for producing decent brakes after my devolution on complexity earlier on. 

Bleeding the whole system was, as usual, a pain in the arse but once it was done I was able to ride home and use the back brake properly with no fear of it locking or binding. It acted just as a back brake should, stabilising, progressive in nature etc etc. It will surely be useful in France. As an aside I also gave my front calipers a quick bleed. New fluid had been put into that system last week but another bleed tonight after a week of use made them firmer again. I prefer to have more "feel" at the lever so I backed off the adjuster which makes you feel like you have to pull the lever for a longer distance but with the benefit of you gaining more of a feel for what the front brake is doing. Perfect.

Coming home brought my feet firmly back to the ground and reminded me of the niche nature of this blog and of working on the bike in general. I had commented with a good friend of mine who pilots an SV650 that fiddling about with bikes in our club workshop is very much a niche thing. He was amazed at how we all became excited at me bringing in a tub of red rubber grease and how we talked about o-rings. It's not bus stop or elevator talk. Or water fountain talk. Neither is it hallway talk. I was informed upon coming in to the house that some areas were just painted so I should be careful. Then I was given a rundown of the day and while I packaged my day ("Well I did this, that, and the other thing, and fixed my back brake") I listened and waited. I never got to unpack that packaged summary of my day which was frustrating because I felt like I had conquered a little bit of the world in fixing this problem. I wonder does Putin feel like that over Crimea, it being a small part of the world? His issues end up on global news however, mine haven't. Yes, it's niche alright but I am sure those reading this appreciate this as much as I do.

I did not take any photos of this but I also cleaned some areas of the swingarm as I was in that general vicinity. That swingarm has a history all of its own which you can read a little of here. The Elf endurance racers, and Honda's relationship with them, basically ended up with Honda gaining some patent rights to a very nice piece of kit. It's heavier than a conventional swingarm but it looks cooler, allows for quicker tyre changes (important for endurance racing back in the day), makes chain adjusting easier and, again, looks cool.

Anyway, there's another job off of the list of things to do before France. I still haven't worked on a list of things I need to bring with me but I did do a few minutes thinking over what documents I will need to photocopy. Still, I reckon fixing this rear brake was that bit more important. Next up is to decide whether or not I'll be needing a rear tyre... In the meantime however I think it is time to begin listening to the next Motopod (if you haven't listened to Motopod and are interested in bike racing, get yourself over to motopodcast.com. Until next time!

Thanks to the kind members of the VFR club on bikersoracle.com, the VFR 750 RC36 group on Facebook and World Motorcycle Community on Google+ who suggested the bore corrosion issue to me. All are fantastic support networks with great members who like to suggest that a certain colour can make a certain bike go faster!

Post 1 - A Trip to France by VFR

Almost a week ago I finally bit the bullet and booked a ferry ride from Ireland to France. The Irish Ferries vessel, the Oscar Wilde, will be delivering me and my VFR 750 from Rosslare in the south-east of the country over to Cherbourg in the north of France. From here I have three to four journey ahead of me until I reach La Ferte Bernard where my girlfriend is currently working. Le Mans, a yes the fabled Le Mans, is only a short hop from here. Once paid for it sounds really easy but with this blog I am going to try and ensure that what seems easy is far from ever being so in reality. There is a saying in the university I study at, "whatever is simple, we will do our best to complicate". It's a joke but there is some truth to it. Simple things aren't always that much fun, even if keeping things simple is sometimes very clever. This series of blog posts should give you an insight into my own thoughts on the planning of the trip, showing that I rarely am successful in keeping things in any way simple. If I hear any noise that seems out of place on the VFR it simply has to be investigated. I spent days agonising over how best to record the service history (I use a Notepad file, Excel is overly complicated ironically enough in this instance!). No doubt as the preparation for this trip continues, and the trip actually happens, I will agonise over silly little things that, in the big scheme, matter very little. Still, it'll be fun and I hope you enjoy hanging on to hear them.

It's just after midnight at this point and I am wondering about what to do in the morning. The bike is due to be on the ferry in just over a week and my rear brake caliper is binding. For those of you who do not know that means that the rear brake is constantly on, not fully, but enough to stop you from spinning the wheel when the bike is on the centrestand. The brakes simply are not releasing fully. This could be because of any number of reasons...
1 - Master cylinder is dirty and needs a rebuild.
2 - Caliper pistons are corroded and are sticking to the caliper seals as they are pushed out (so they can't sink back in)
3 - Caliper seal bores are corroded so the seals are being forced out microscopically which is preventing the pistons from moving freely.
4 - Too much grease on the sliding pins that allow the caliper to move.
5 - Many other reasons but you might be bored now.
This all makes me extremely annoyed. It's not because there is a problem with the bike, that is all understandable as a high-performance machine is always going to demand more maintenance than an average runabout car (in the same way a jet fighter requires more maintenance and more fuel than a Boeing 737...both are good machines, both fly but both do different specific jobs). My annoyance stems from the fact that I have already cleaned out the master cylinder, I have already cleaned the caliper and replaced the seals and I have installed new brake pads and all. I've spent hours on the bloody thing.

The thing is, your back brake is very important. It allows for stable stopping conditions in slow traffic or in wet weather and allows for much greater control over u-turns and slow speed maneuvering. Not to mention that the VFR is a heavy bike and the twin two-piston calipers on the front wheel, while they do a fine job, can use some assistance from the two-piston caliper at the rear for quicker stops. I've become used to operating without a back brake but it is less than ideal and I will want everything working perfectly while in France.  My task for tomorrow then is to spend some time on the rear brake again. I could do it blindfolded at this point in time. I'll take the caliper off, pop the pistons out and check for corrosion and rebuild it. Again. If there is no improvement then I am chucking it in the bin and buying a decent used one. It's just not worth the stress anymore. And besides, there is more preparation to be done apart from brakes...

The other night I watched a small video on MotoGP.com about how Dorna, the company that run the whole series and organise it, manage to move all of the equipment from race to race. Essentially they construct, deconstruct, and move, a small town every two weeks. Each team's flight cases are handled perfectly, nothing is delayed, everything moves in sync, lists are checked and rechecked, but it's all second nature to those who have been doing it for some time. So it was that I took my cue from this. I'm not moving a small town every two weeks and by no means am I racing in the MotoGP (sigh) but I can be just as organised as this lot. I'm going to go and pack everything right now, I'll be the most efficient packer ever. I'll put everything on to a timetable and I'll pay someone to recheck lists that I made and checked already.

In case you didn't realise, I'm just being sarcastic! What Dorna do, as regards logistics, is the complete opposite of what I am likely to do. I know I need to pack clothes and make sure I have some overnight stuff for the ferry. That stuff will go in my tankbag as that will be easy to carry to my ferry cabin. I will need to work on my PhD over in France so I will need to take some folders and books. I wonder where they will go for the trip? And how many to bring? Do I need my panniers? They're fabric but were given to me for free by a guy on a BMW whom I have since not seen. If you're reading this nice-BMW-guy, then thank you, rest assured your stuff is being put to good use. I even waterproofed them a year or so back but it didn't really work all that well (plastic bags inside are the best bet I think). I still do not know if I need panniers. I have no sat-nav (although I do have GPS on my phone but don't want to pay data charges abroad so that might scupper that plan) so tankbag will be needed for holding a map at least. Decisions, decisions.

While I agonise over these questions I also have a few other things to think about. I could do with a new rear tyre. I have been using Metzeler Z8s for about a year now and have covered about 6000-7000 miles on a pair of them. The front is still fine but the rear is beginning to hiit the wear mark, although the edge thread looks decent. While I could probably get by with the tyre I think I would rather a new one. My front brake pads are also fairly worn but they will be fine for the duration of the trip. They'll need changing once summer comes. I'll have to think about spare light bulbs, a first aid kit and all of that stuff too. Apparently all of this stuff is the law in France. Oh, and a pair of glasses or spare contact lenses. And photocopies of licence, registration etc.

It looks to me like I have a bit of a shopping list right here! I told you I would manage to complicate things somehow. You can forgive me though - yes this is not a round-the-world trip by any means but it is my first time abroad with my bike and that is a big step. It's also my first time on a proper ferry too. This a proper adventure for me, and my adventures can never be too simple! Stay tuned for updates.

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