forking around with forking facts......ah why the fork not?

[revmaaatin]

Well, Here in the Chromed Holy City of August it is snowing, and since we have had a short discussion of KLR's taking a 'nap', I thought I might continue the merriment while the snow flies. Tell us your napping KLR stories. It must be worthy of winning a T-Shirt. I'll start. I usually wouldn't tell this one but will, only this once because it does involve a T-shirt. It is mid-Sept, 2008. I had just finished the GDR while riding my 98 KLR with my Left Coast companion, the KLRBugeater (still friends, smile). He departed to the West on I-10 towards San Diego, and I went East for a few miles, stopping at a rest stop, dog tired. As I made my way into a parking spot, Almost simultaneously, up pulled a little car with a family of three, the passenger side on my left like it was my wingman. I made the mistake of glancing to my left while searching for the sidestand with my foot. Out of the car stepped a drop-dead gorgeous Latino woman who looked like she had been poured into her sheer, white T-Shirt... The kind of beauty that takes your breath away with just a glance. But really, it was just a glance. I am a rev but I ain't dead! It just so happened, that glance mistakedly occured as I was trying to put down the kick stand...as I remember it, I must have nearly fainted in the presence of this awesome beauty. I estimataed the whole incident took about... Well, It must have been all of 4/10 sec. BANG. The overloaded pig literally jumped sideways towards the beautiful woman. That's what happens when you forget to put the kick stand down...did you ever do that? Yes, my brother, I see that hand.... I spilled onto the pavement like a dead cat ejected from a bull dog's mouth after shaking down an alley cat. What did I do? I did what ever gentleman would do, I thanked her husband who had ran around the car to see if the 'old man' was OK as he picked up my bike. Why did he run around the car? He was a good man. How do I know he was a good man? He did what his wife told him. revmaaatin. who didn't win a T-shirt but he does have a memory.

[revmaaatin]

Well, Here in the Chromed Holy City of August it is snowing, and since we have had a short discussion of KLR's taking a 'nap', I thought I might continue the merriment while the snow flies. Tell us your napping KLR stories. It must be worthy of winning a T-Shirt. I'll start. I usually wouldn't tell this one but will, only this once because it does involve a T-shirt. It is mid-Sept, 2008. I had just finished the GDR while riding my 98 KLR with my Left Coast companion, the KLRBugeater (still friends, smile). He departed to the West on I-10 towards San Diego, and I went East for a few miles, stopping at a rest stop, dog tired. As I made my way into a parking spot, Almost simultaneously, up pulled a little car with a family of three, the passenger side on my left like it was my wingman. I made the mistake of glancing to my left while searching for the sidestand with my foot. Out of the car stepped a drop-dead gorgeous Latino woman who looked like she had been poured into her sheer, white T-Shirt... The kind of beauty that takes your breath away with just a glance. But really, it was just a glance. I am a rev but I ain't dead! It just so happened, that glance mistakedly occured as I was trying to put down the kick stand...as I remember it, I must have nearly fainted in the presence of this awesome beauty. I estimataed the whole incident took about... Well, It must have been all of 4/10 sec. BANG. The overloaded pig literally jumped sideways towards the beautiful woman. That's what happens when you forget to put the kick stand down...did you ever do that? Yes, my brother, I see that hand.... I spilled onto the pavement like a dead cat ejected from a bull dog's mouth after shaking down an alley cat. What did I do? I did what ever gentleman would do, I thanked her husband who had ran around the car to see if the 'old man' was OK as he picked up my bike. Why did he run around the car? He was a good man. How do I know he was a good man? He did what his wife told him. revmaaatin. who didn't win a T-shirt but he does have a memory.

[revmaaatin]

Well, Here in the Chromed Holy City of August it is snowing, and since we have had a short discussion of KLR's taking a 'nap', I thought I might continue the merriment while the snow flies. Tell us your napping KLR stories. It must be worthy of winning a T-Shirt. I'll start. I usually wouldn't tell this one but will, only this once because it does involve a T-shirt. It is mid-Sept, 2008. I had just finished the GDR while riding my 98 KLR with my Left Coast companion, the KLRBugeater (still friends, smile). He departed to the West on I-10 towards San Diego, and I went East for a few miles, stopping at a rest stop, dog tired. As I made my way into a parking spot, Almost simultaneously, up pulled a little car with a family of three, the passenger side on my left like it was my wingman. I made the mistake of glancing to my left while searching for the sidestand with my foot. Out of the car stepped a drop-dead gorgeous Latino woman who looked like she had been poured into her sheer, white T-Shirt... The kind of beauty that takes your breath away with just a glance. But really, it was just a glance. I am a rev but I ain't dead! It just so happened, that glance mistakedly occured as I was trying to put down the kick stand...as I remember it, I must have nearly fainted in the presence of this awesome beauty. I estimataed the whole incident took about... Well, It must have been all of 4/10 sec. BANG. The overloaded pig literally jumped sideways towards the beautiful woman. That's what happens when you forget to put the kick stand down...did you ever do that? Yes, my brother, I see that hand.... I spilled onto the pavement like a dead cat ejected from a bull dog's mouth after shaking down an alley cat. What did I do? I did what ever gentleman would do, I thanked her husband who had ran around the car to see if the 'old man' was OK as he picked up my bike. Why did he run around the car? He was a good man. How do I know he was a good man? He did what his wife told him. revmaaatin. who didn't win a T-shirt but he does have a memory.

[beachmike1]

Needs to be changed.. Why.... Viscosity breakdown...is not a myth... The breakdown is driven by the shearing action through the oil film shearing in the fork slide bushings, and the damping valves. The amount of energy disspipated is significant. Try this is yo do not believe the energy absorption in shear....sit on the bike lock the front brake and pump the front suspension through the handlebars.....tonite that when you release the pressure on a new bike the front extend and stops with no bounce. This is due to the energy absorption some of it from the fork seal but not a lot. Thee ergo can be calculated ....but it matters little. ..to illustrate by example. Note that rear shocks of mx bikes tend to have remote finned rest ours to keep the fluid cool.... That heat generation take place is a very smal section of the shock...the space between the valve port and the valve itself and in the bushing clearances....that heat is completely developed by shearing the oil. The effect of the local heat is to break some of the longer chain molecules and render them less viscos and more reactive as you develop open radicals to reform with other molecules or close on themselves making some short chained junk...or react with another long chain materials in an uncontrolled reaction making " sludge". The fork seals don't. The fact you fork has a thing film of ol means de fato..that dirt is getting into the fork. It is a tow way street. So crap is mixing with the sheared oil making a non lubricity e goop with decent abrasive qualities accelerating the problem. And there is a bit of a diabetic pumping wich bring moisture into the fork which over time also helps make sludge. Used to ride mx...fork rebuilding was and is normal maintenance. Th cz had gas assisted forks and is till got phlegm in the things. Off season work consisted of dumping the air draining the forks. Pull the legs clean everything replace the valve springs And flushing a few times. Rebuild the thing with three new fork seals on each leg and re pressurize ..I liked to dry the air by pulling the intake air through desiccant..but that cost money so I used an old min radiator 5 bucks sitting in a bath of alcohol and dry ice. That was so cold the rh was well under 1 %. This reduced the sludgy stuff by a lot. If you do a goody amount of dirt riding you should rebuild every 12 k. If a lot of dirt riding ..say 80 %and you live like in west baskerfeild...change fork ol every 6 k. I have 5 k ne min mostly city. But when I do the 6 k service I will change the oil.

[ron criswell]

That's hilarious rev. I can almost see....or feel that T shirt. Criswell Sent from my iPad

On Apr 17, 2013, at 12:05 AM, "revmaaatin" wrote: > Well, > Here in the Chromed Holy City of August it is snowing, > and since we have had a short discussion of KLR's taking a 'nap', > I thought I might continue the merriment while the snow flies. > > Tell us your napping KLR stories. > It must be worthy of winning a T-Shirt. > > I'll start. > > I usually wouldn't tell this one but will, only this once because it does involve a T-shirt. > > It is mid-Sept, 2008. I had just finished the GDR while riding my 98 KLR with my Left Coast companion, the KLRBugeater (still friends, smile). > > He departed to the West on I-10 towards San Diego, and I went East for a few miles, stopping at a rest stop, dog tired. > As I made my way into a parking spot, > Almost simultaneously, up pulled a little car with a family of three, the passenger side on my left like it was my wingman. > I made the mistake of glancing to my left while searching for the sidestand with my foot. > > Out of the car stepped a drop-dead gorgeous Latino woman who looked like she had been poured into her sheer, white T-Shirt... > The kind of beauty that takes your breath away with just a glance. > > But really, it was just a glance. > I am a rev but I ain't dead! > > It just so happened, that glance mistakedly occured as I was trying to put down the kick stand...as I remember it, I must have nearly fainted in the presence of this awesome beauty. > I estimataed the whole incident took about... > Well, It must have been all of 4/10 sec. > > BANG. > > The overloaded pig literally jumped sideways towards the beautiful woman. That's what happens when you forget to put the kick stand down...did you ever do that? > Yes, my brother, I see that hand.... > > I spilled onto the pavement like a dead cat ejected from a bull dog's mouth after shaking down an alley cat. > > What did I do? > > I did what ever gentleman would do, > I thanked her husband who had ran around the car to see if the 'old man' was OK as he picked up my bike. > > Why did he run around the car? > He was a good man. > How do I know he was a good man? > He did what his wife told him. > > revmaaatin. who didn't win a T-shirt but he does have a memory. > > [Non-text portions of this message have been removed]

[Fred Hink]

Good story Rev. My story isn t about my KLR but one that I rescued. One summer day about ten or twelve years ago, I was leading a gaggle of dirt bikes down Kane Creek near Moab. It was a sunny hot day in July. There was about a half dozen of us and for those of you that have done Kane Creek we had started from the south end by the Hole in the Rock Rest Area. This is a big area where people are usually out walking their dogs and stretching their weary muscles. So as we started down Kane Creek I noticed this guy in the creek with no shirt, shorts and flip-flops and just our walking. Didn t give it another thought until just about the last creek crossing on the north end of this trail. Low and behold smack dab in the middle of the trail and completely upside down buried in the creek was a brand new KLR. It was submerged up to the gas tank in the creek and stuck in a tire track. Scattered all around this bike was camping gear, and no rider. All we could figure was the guy decided to walk out but why he chose the long way to the south and not the half mile it would have taken him to the main road on the north was beyond me. The guy walking by the rest area was the errant KLR rider and he had no water with him in July in Moab. DUMB! So anyway a few days later I read on ADV Rider about this guy and how he conquered Moab and had this incident where he got his bike stuck and had to walk out to find a tow truck to rescue him. By the way I had removed his bike from the track so a jeep wouldn t have used it for a speed bump and I got it started for him. After blowing out at least a couple of gallons of water the bike seemed to run normally and since there was no owner present, decided to leave it upright just off the road so he wouldn t acquire any more damages. I asked this guy on ADV Rider why he chose the long way out for help when he was so close to the main road on the north. He proceeds to tell me that I don t know what I m talking about and that it was much quicker to walk out to the south. HA! whatever buddy. No thank you for saving his bike just trash talking to save face I guess. Such is the life on the internet and on some of the trails around Moab. ps. Rev, I wear a XXL Fred http://www.arrowheadmotorsports.com From: revmaaatin Sent: Tuesday, April 16, 2013 11:04 PM To: DSN_KLR650@yahoogroups.com Subject: [DSN_KLR650] Tell us your bonehead KLR bike drop worthy of a T-Shirt Well, Here in the Chromed Holy City of August it is snowing, and since we have had a short discussion of KLR's taking a 'nap', I thought I might continue the merriment while the snow flies. Tell us your napping KLR stories. It must be worthy of winning a T-Shirt. I'll start. I usually wouldn't tell this one but will, only this once because it does involve a T-shirt. It is mid-Sept, 2008. I had just finished the GDR while riding my 98 KLR with my Left Coast companion, the KLRBugeater (still friends, smile). He departed to the West on I-10 towards San Diego, and I went East for a few miles, stopping at a rest stop, dog tired. As I made my way into a parking spot, Almost simultaneously, up pulled a little car with a family of three, the passenger side on my left like it was my wingman. I made the mistake of glancing to my left while searching for the sidestand with my foot. Out of the car stepped a drop-dead gorgeous Latino woman who looked like she had been poured into her sheer, white T-Shirt... The kind of beauty that takes your breath away with just a glance. But really, it was just a glance. I am a rev but I ain't dead! It just so happened, that glance mistakedly occured as I was trying to put down the kick stand...as I remember it, I must have nearly fainted in the presence of this awesome beauty. I estimataed the whole incident took about... Well, It must have been all of 4/10 sec. BANG. The overloaded pig literally jumped sideways towards the beautiful woman. That's what happens when you forget to put the kick stand down...did you ever do that? Yes, my brother, I see that hand.... I spilled onto the pavement like a dead cat ejected from a bull dog's mouth after shaking down an alley cat. What did I do? I did what ever gentleman would do, I thanked her husband who had ran around the car to see if the 'old man' was OK as he picked up my bike. Why did he run around the car? He was a good man. How do I know he was a good man? He did what his wife told him. revmaaatin. who didn't win a T-shirt but he does have a memory. [Non-text portions of this message have been removed]

[Ron Haraseth]

Demo Drop - My Story and I'm Sticking to It: In 2011 I joined my first mass ADV rally, the MT1000. Not from the start cause half way through the first day they were coming past my home base so I was going to join in in-route. I took off with a choke point in mind and made that waypoint anticipating their arrival. No one showed after awhile so I looked over my maps and decided on a second better place to wait - a little more remote. Waited patiently at the Ninemile Remount Center (USFS facility for wintering and training their pack mules). Quite a ways back off the highway and isolated from the normal world, low and behold a gaggle of ADV type bikes are fast approaching. Gotta be my group. Who else in a group of such bikes would be back in this country? Had to be my group, so I tossed on my helmet, put away my USFS map I had just bought in the visitor center and took off into the dust behind the group. Up into the mountains they went with me in the back and at one broad switch back they all pulled off the road and started to dismount. Probably 7-8, maybe 9 bikes. All BMWs or KTMs - everyone ATGATT. I stopped, put down the side stand and walked over to meet one guy heading my way. I asked if this was part of the MT1000 ride. Nope, We re an ADV training group. We stopped here waiting for the chase vehicle with our lunch. Opps, my bad! Talked a little. Looked over the group. No luggage to speak of and about half were ladies of the gentler persuasion. Went to leave. Swung my leg over my rear carrier luggage, sat down, put on my helmet , kicked up the kick stand and my cell phone rang which amazed me way back up here. Sat down and answered the phone. My wife with a message. I put my left foot down to get off the bike while I talked. Forgot I had raised the kick stand. There I was standing over my fully loaded KLR which was prostrate on the ground, standing before a whole gaggle of newbies! Gotta be one of life s most embarrassing moments. However, I quickly grabbed my bike (using appropriate technique of course) and righted the wrong. I apologized to the leader, who said, No, that was a great demo! I quickly departed doing a little cross country back up onto the road demonstrating correct standing position and continued my journey. Never did catch my group that day until the day s designated camping area 150 further solo miles down long dirt roads (where they caught up with me). Ron

[Ed Rockefeller]

napping bikes ... does it have to be a KLR story? i haven't dropped my KLR (except when trail riding) yet. i have a 600 bandit story that i got a T-shirt for ... was riding with a buddy of mine and we pulled over on the side of the road to hang out a bit. i was not happy with where the bike was setting .. it was too ... "upright" due to the terrain. it looked like a good breeze could knock it over. i moved the bike (a few times) in search of a "better" spot. i found one that suited me and as i was walking away ... THUD! got one more. same bike ... pulled into the hospital where my wife was working. there was only two parking spaces available (one behind the other) so i pulled through to the second one so that i could just turn the bike on and ride away, instead of backing out then motoring on. well, it was on a hill and, of course, i had the front wheel facing downhill. i parked it and watched it for a second. it didn't move. cool! it'll be fine, i am only going to be there long enough to ask her a question anyways. took three steps and ?? yep ... THUD! picked it up. put it in first gear (which i SHOULD have done to start with) and just shook my head at my own stupidity! it's always an adventure ed rock newport, tn 09 klr650 (Ms.Chif) 07 gsf1250s (Cloud9) 01 gsf600s (Pearl) 84 vf750f