Passes & Canyons Blog

A Concours at Steele’s. This is the vision I hate to imagine for my Concours.

We all know how many motorcycles die: they get crashed and that’s that. But what about those that don’t get crashed? If they don’t keep going, why not?

I know the answer to that now. It’s all about the Benjamins.

I bought my Kawasaki Concours new in 1999. I have ridden it something over 80,000 miles. In July of last year it overheated going up to the Eisenhower Tunnel and I had to have it hauled home. Then I took it to a shop to have that all put right. But when I got it back it was not all right. Now the throttle refused to back off properly, so I took it back to the shop. It has sat there for three months now not getting worked on.

In the meantime, the last time I went by, planning to take it for a short ride, it had developed an oil leak. After three months of not getting worked on I decided to take the bike to a different shop, so I started calling around. It appears that getting the work done that the bike needs would run me at least $1,000. Meanwhile, I had decided that the time has come to let go of this bike. It has always been a very heavy bike and I am getting older. I can still handle it OK but for how much longer? But it seems doubtful that I could find a buyer willing to pay even $1,000 for it.

The big no-brainer question: why would I pay more than $1,000 for repairs and turn around and sell it for less than $1,000?

One of the places I called about repairs was Steele’s Cycle. Yeah, they could definitely fix it; working on older bikes is their specialty. On the other hand, I could sell it to them either as salvage or, more likely in my opinion, in my hopes, so they could do the repair work and then put it on their used bike floor and sell it. Other than the throttle and the oil leak there’s not a thing wrong with it and it can easily run many, many more miles. And they will give me about $300 to $400 for it, according to Rick, the owner.

So let’s see. Pay more than $1,000 to have it running good again and then sell it for less than that, or sell it as-is with no additional costs and get a few hundred bucks. It’s really sad to say it but I’m planning to have the bike hauled over there–probably on Tuesday–and take whatever they’ll give me for it.

I have loved this bike. This bike has taken me so many places, and I have done so much on this bike. I really hate the idea of abandoning it. Walking away from it after all the good times it brought me. But what am I going to do? Keep pouring money into it? Especially when I’ve already made the decision to move on from it. This will be the first time I have let go of a motorcycle I owned.

And about that. My first ever bike was/is my 1980 Honda CB750 Custom. I still own and ride that bike. And as my first bike I am deeply in love with it. It is in bad need of some work of its own and at some point this year I will pay whatever it costs to get this work done. This is how one bike dies, while another continues to live and continues to run. Sometimes it’s not about the Benjamins.

Biker Quote for Today

100 reasons not to date a biker: 17. We spend more on tires than we spend on you.

This is where your bike ends up if there’s no one to fix it and keep it running.

How’s this for a scenario: Your dealer where you bought your motorcycle 12 years ago just told you that it’s too old, they don’t want to work on it any more. You’ve just been fired as a customer. Fine, you’ll go find some independent shop where they work on old bikes.

But each shop you go to tells you they can’t work on your bike because it requires specialized equipment and knowledge that the manufacturer deems proprietary information. You now have a very heavy, very expensive paper weight.

Does that sound a bit extreme? Maybe it is but that part about proprietary information and equipment is very real, as is the whole business of being fired as a customer. What can be done about this?

Both the AMA (American Motorcyclist Association) and MRF (Motorcycle Riders Foundation) have sent me emails recently urging me to contact my Congressional representative to push them to support H.R. 906, the “Right to Equitable and Professional Auto Industry Repair Act or the REPAIR Act.” I’m passing this on to you.

I thought for sure one of the emails had more specific information, something about it coming up for some vote or something, but for the life of me I cannot find any such email. Dang.

Well, nevertheless, here’s the scoop. Quoting the MRF:

The REPAIR Act ensures that vehicle owners or repair shops are not denied access to the information, software or tools needed to work on vehicles. The proposed law also establishes rules regarding vehicle data access. This commonsense law will help preserve consumer choice and a fair marketplace.

Then there is this from the AMA:

Do you believe in the Right to Repair your own motorcycle? Politicians in Washington want to limit your ability to repair, maintain, and modify your motorcycle.

The AMA is working closely with members of Congress to fight for your Right to Repair, the simple idea that when you purchase something — like your motorcycle — you should have the right to repair it or seek an independent repair shop to do the work, and manufacturers must make the parts and information needed for repairs available to the public for a fair and reasonable price.

In the House of Representatives, the AMA is advocating for passage of H.R. 906, the REPAIR Act (Right to Equitable and Professional Auto Industry Repair). This legislation will ensure that motorcyclists and independent repair shops have access to the tools, parts and information needed to repair motorcycles.

Right now there are three Colorado representatives who have cosponsored this bill: Rep. Pettersen, Brittany [D-CO-7]; Rep. Neguse, Joe [D-CO-2]; and Rep. Caraveo, Yadira [D-CO-8]. If your rep is someone else maybe you could drop them a line and push them to add their name to the list. I need to do that with Diana Degette.

Go ahead and give your rep a nudge. They’re there to work for you. Make them earn their pay.

Biker Quote for Today

“Try to remember the reason you started riding a motorcycle in the first place. For me, it was a couple of things but mostly rebellion.” ? Sonny Barger

My Concours ready for me to pick up at Rowdy Rocket Garage.

I got the V-Strom back from the shop the day before the OFMC left on this year’s trip and then on the last day of that trip my Concours overheated going up to the tunnel in blazing hot weather. I managed to get it home finally but then I needed to get it into a shop. Some shop. Which shop? Ever since Joel got out of the business that’s a question I’ve been trying to resolve.

I had taken the V-Strom to Colorado Moto Service and they had done good, and for the most part timely, work on it. But their customer service needs some improvement and they are not close to home. It was a pretty obvious move to try again to get work done at Rowdy Rocket Garage, which is much closer to where I live. If once again the guy, Mark, couldn’t find time or space for me then I’d try CMS again.

So I called Rowdy and, as before, Mark told me to call again later. I did and this time, lo and behold, he said sure, bring it in tomorrow. Yahoo! That date was August 22. The bike had overheated on July 30 and it took me that long to get it at least semi-operational and then find a shop to get it in to. As I rode it over there that morning Nick and I were getting ready to take off on a three-day ride so we wanted to get it there as early as possible. That meant during commuter traffic–slow going, stop and start–and just as I expected, it started to overheat again. Fortunately we didn’t have far to go and I made it there.

Recognizing what a valuable resource Rowdy might prove to be, I didn’t want to risk annoying Mark by pressing him on getting the work done. But as time dragged on I did contact him now and then and very tactfully ask about the progress on the bike. These guys are super busy which means two things: One, it was definitely going to take some time, and two, they don’t need my business so don’t hack them off so they tell you to take your business elsewhere.

Long story short, I finally got the Kawi back on September 28. Almost five weeks. I didn’t care, it was done. One thing Mark noted in a text was that “It also has a tendency to be slow to lower the RPMs when releasing the throttle.” I came to understand that the instant I started it up to take it home. Mark had probably run it before I got there and so when I gave it total choke before starting it exploded to life and the revs went through the roof. I hastily shoved the choke lever all the way down. But still it raced a bit, only slowing down gradually. Hmmm.

I headed out and on the way home it was obvious there was an issue. Mark had said it had to involve the vacuum valves and that was a deeper internal issue that they had not had the time–or my prior authorization–to pursue. I was familiar with this sort of thing because I had had a similar issue about five years ago and Joel had replaced the vacuum slides on the carburetor. But it hadn’t been doing this before I took it in to Rowdy.

I spoke with Roy, my resident motorcycle mechanics guru, and he suggested that when the gas tank was lowered back into place that it was crimping the throttle cable. I figured that should be easy to check out. If I just lifted the tank an inch or so any crimping should be relieved but when I tried that, every time I lifted the tank the engine cut out. Roy also said if it had not been doing that before it was in the shop, go back there and insist that they fix it.

I did go back by the shop and spoke to Mark. He said he’s been doing this a long time and knows the proper routing of cables, plus, the throttle cable is encased in a rigid metal sheath that would not easily be crimped. No, he said, it has to do with the vacuum mechanism somewhere, and that’s a devilishly tricky problem to suss out. He said he currently had a Triumph in for which he was trying to find the leak but it was a slow process. Bring the bike back in and they would address the issue.

But are you super busy still? Do thinks slow down for you in the winter? Yes and no. When could you get it back in? Not any time in the next couple weeks. The same situation I had encountered before.

And that’s where the matter sits. Do I go through the rigamarole of calling every couple days until Mark has room to get me in? Do I just go ahead and take it CMS? Is there someone else I could turn to? Who? Where? Man, do I miss Joel.

Biker Quote for Today

F.E.A.R: Forget Everything And Ride.

I took the V-Strom in to Colorado Moto Service and they did good work, just lacked a bit in customer service.

I took the V-Strom to Colorado Moto Service for fluids and chain alignment and I knew they were busy but at least expected to hear from them soon as to what work they felt was needed and the cost. I was going to be leaving soon on this year’s OFMC bike trip but I was planning to ride the Kawi so it was not urgent. Still, I was expecting some sort of follow-up.

A week went past and I heard nothing. So I called. The guy working the desk said they were about to take a look and he’d send me an estimate right away. This was a Thursday. I got the estimate on Tuesday, 12 days after I had dropped the bike off.

The estimate called for all kinds of work to be done, a lot of which I felt was unnecessary, such as new tires front and back. Their criteria for recommending this was that based on the date of their manufacture they were old. Never mind that they had plenty of tread and the rear tire was new (on the bike at least) last year.

I called, said do this, don’t do that and told the guy I was leaving town on Friday. He took it to mean that I was leaving town on the bike they had in the shop and while that was not true I figured it didn’t hurt to let him think that. He promised to have it for me on Thursday.

On Thursday at about 11 a.m. I called. The guy at the desk said blah, blah, and we’ll have it for you by the end of the day tomorrow, does that sound good? I said loudly, adamantly, “No!” I reminded him I had told him I was leaving town the next morning and he said he would look into shifting the shop schedule to get it done and said he’d call me to tell me what would happen.

He didn’t call. At 4:20 I called. He said it would be done by close of business. When is that? 5 p.m. I explained that my wife was not there to give me a ride and I would need to take the light rail to the Broadway Station and get the bus heading out Mississippi and walk the last five blocks. It would be some time past close of business before I could get there. And it was raining hard at that moment. We did an e-pay and he said the key would be in a lock box. OK, not convenient but it would do.

I hung up and almost instantly our highly esteemed handyman, Dale, called about coming over to eyeball a job he was to be starting on the next morning. Would that work? I said I didn’t know and explained about the bike. He offered to take me there. Wow. Thank you. So he came, eyeballed the job, and we headed out. The guys at the shop were still there when we got there at 5:05 and the mechanic was just taking it for a test ride. So it all worked out and I got home dry.

Now, if the guy had just called me back as he said he would I could have simply gotten myself there before 5. I like these guys but their follow-through sucks. If you tell someone you’re going to do something you should do it. But they did a good job, the charge was reasonable, and I wouldn’t hesitate to take one of my bikes to them again. Although I would want to have a conversation with someone there about the need to follow through on promises.

All that said, they remain a good distance from where we live and getting there is not at all convenient. I would still be open for other options. And I would have an opportunity to explore other options sooner than I would have hoped. This story continues in my next post.

Biker Quote for Today

It’s not a new bike. It’s a new member of the family.

The V-Strom became the first test bike in my search for a new mechanic.

When I bought my first motorcycle, my 1980 Honda CB750 Custom, I would take it to Aurora Honda for service. At some point, however, many years ago now, they fired me as a customer. They told me they didn’t want to work on a bike as old as mine.

So I looked around and found an independent mechanic who welcomed my patronage. This was Joel Brown, who ran his shop, Mountain Thunder Motorsports, over on old Hampden just east of Federal. Joel was my guy for the Honda, and then when Vickery fired me as a customer with my 1999 Kawasaki Concours I started taking that bike to him as well. When I bought my 2006 Suzuki V-Strom 650 I never took it anywhere but to Joel.

Now Joel has gotten out of the business of wrenching for customers; he needed to have health coverage for his family and so he took a job as the house mechanic at Aces Motorcycles in Littleton. It took a bit for me to finally get clear that Joel is done with outside work. I think he’s the kind of guy who hates to say no, so when I would call him needing some work done he would tell me he only has one day a week now to do that kind of work and maybe he could recommend me to another mechanic “so I could get the work done quicker.”

Joel recommended me to a guy named Mark who ran a shop just a few blocks from Joel’s old shop, and I took the V-Strom there one time and was pleased with the service so I figured this would do. Then the time came when I needed work done on some bike and surprise . . . Mark’s shop was no longer there. It turned out, as Joel told me, Mark had some serious health issues and had to close the shop. Now I was back to square one.

OK, not a huge deal. There are plenty of other motorcycle mechanics out there, aren’t there? Umm, actually no. In fact I was aghast to see just how few shops there seem to be any more. But I identified two that looked promising. One was Colorado Moto Service, over on Lipan, a few blocks south of Mississippi. That’s a good bit further away than Joel’s or Mark’s shops were but you do what you have to do. The second was Rowdy Rocket Garage, which I was surprised to find is quite close to me. I read some good reviews and so decided to try Rowdy first.

I needed some service again on the V-Strom. I wanted all the fluids flushed and replaced–oil, coolant, transmission fluid–and I wanted the chain adjusted. I called Rowdy and Mark told me he was swamped, that his garage has limited space and so in order to take a bike in he first has to get a bike he has finished with out. Could I call him back on Monday? (This was a Thursday.) Fine. I called on Monday and he said call him on Wednesday. I called on Wednesday and he said call him on Saturday.

At this point I was getting ready leave town for about 10 days on a bike trip so I just wanted to get the bike in. I called Colorado Moto Service and they said sure, they could get the bike in and out right away. Could I bring it by and drop it off on a particular day. I said yes and I did. The follow-on to this is another post, my next one. This whole story is going to take at least three posts. Check back for part two on Thursday.

Biker Quote for Today

Ride Big, Ride Long, Ride Free.

Taping the two cables together to place the new one while removing the old one. Those two knurled wheels above Roy’s hand are where it feeds into the clutch lever.

I had had the impression for some time that something was not right with the clutch on my 1980 Honda CB750 Custom. At a stop, if I didn’t hold the brake on, the bike would creep forward, even with the clutch lever all the way in.

At first I thought if I just adjusted the tension using the little wheels up by the lever that that should do it. I tried that, though, and the adjustment helped but things didn’t seem right. Plus, I noticed that the cable at that end was badly frayed. Consulting with Roy, my local motorcycle repair guru, we agreed that I needed a new clutch cable. I found one online and soon had it in hand. Meanwhile I watched a few YouTube videos on replacing the thing.

When Roy could work it in to his schedule he came over and we got to work.

Roy thought I might need to lift the tank but in the best video I watched the guy said that would make it easier but it wasn’t really necessary. He and Roy both suggested connecting the end of one cable to the opposite end of the other and pulling the new one through as you extract the old one.

I had figured to just duct-tape the ends together but Roy’s approach was to wrap the two together with a bit of wire and then cover that with duct tape to streamline the connection and avoid having anything sticking out to catch on something. I pulled and Roy worked the other end and it came almost all the way but then got stuck. I found I could reach up under the tank and fiddle with the cable but just couldn’t find and undo the snag. So the tank would have to come off.

Here I actually knew more than Roy because I had watched the video. All I needed to do was remove the seat and then undo the bolt right at the back end the tank. I did and the back end lifted right up. I had expected to have to shut off the petcock and then disconnect the gas line but that wasn’t necessary.

Still Roy couldn’t find and fix the snag so he told me to just pull it toward me and then lift it up. Turns out at the front end of the tank two U-shaped seats slipped right onto–or off–two round pegs on the steering column. Pull back and then the tank is free to be completely removed. But I still didn’t have to disconnect the gas line. Now Roy was able to work through the snag.

Next, put the tank back in place, screw in the bolt, and get the new cable hooked up. Except removing that duct tape was killer. As Roy commented, and I agreed, this must be really good duct tape.

Roy did all the real work. He hooked up both ends of the cable and made all the adjustments and then had me get on, start the bike, put it in gear, and see how it feels. It felt great. He showed me the amount of free-play desired in the clutch and told me a new cable will stretch so I’ll need to adjust it in a while and this is what to aim for.

And now I have a functional bike again, plus I learned a whole bunch about working on my bike. That’s a good day.

Biker Quote for Today

You might be a Yuppie biker if your Harley shirt has a collar.

Getting loaded up for a tow to Georgetown.

This story just came to a close about 15 minutes ago, although the broader story is still ongoing.

Yesterday we were coming home from a 10-day ride, 2,400-mile through Wyoming, Montana, Idaho, Nevada, and Utah and back to Colorado. We left Grand Junction about 8:45 a.m., taking I-70 all the way, and I was looking forward to being home about 1 p.m. Ha! I finally made it home last night at 10 p.m.

We figured leaving Junction when we did we would beat the really bad traffic down the mountain that you always get on Sunday. Ha! We started getting into heavy traffic at about Vail. Still, we kept moving at good speed. We stopped for gas and lunch at Frisco, then got back on the highway and traffic was no longer clipping along. Down to Silverthorne and starting up toward the Eisenhower Tunnel it was traffic like you expect to see on a Sunday at maybe 3 p.m., and it was only 11:30.

Laboriously, clutch-hand-killingly, we inched our way toward the tunnel. There are three traffic lanes going up and there is an emergency vehicle lane on the right and I was eyeing that really wanting to do it. If any other bike had come along up that lane I would have gotten right in behind them, but none did.

Suddenly, about half a mile from the tunnel, vapor started rising from my engine and I could smell coolant. Oh crap. I pulled my Kawasaki Concours over into the emergency lane and parked. Getting off the bike I could see coolant dripping onto the ground. Damn!

I belong to the American Motorcyclist Association and am signed up for their roadside assistance program so I immediately called. Yes, the bike is off the road and yes I’m in a safe spot. Fine, they’ll text me when a tow truck is dispatched for me. Fortunately, after all this ungodly hot weather it was cool up there, and in fact while I waited I added an extra layer to stay warm. Vastly better than baking out somewhere with no shade.

While I sat there a few bikes passed in among the rest of the traffic but three bikes individually cruised by in the emergency vehicle lane. I knew I should have done that.

Nearly two hours later I hadn’t even received a text and a tow truck driver pulled up and asked if I wanted a ride. Probably, I told him, but let me check with my service provider. The lady at AMA roadside assistance said yes, do it, especially since it was now starting to rain and there was lightning all around. File for reimbursement later.

This guy was a total character. He was an “emergency vehicle” so he used that status to his advantage to the hilt. He took routes you and I don’t even know exist. When he needed to get back into regular traffic he informed the cars on the road that he was coming–he did not ask.

We talked about where to go. I had figured it just made the most sense to haul the bike all the way to my house. He told me that would cost more than $1,000. For $350 he could take me to Georgetown, to the visitor center right there by the exit. Fine, let’s do that. Then as we cruised along he suggested that for a tip he could take me on to the Evergreen Walmart. Why would I want to go there? That’s way out of the way. No, he said, it’s right off the interstate. It’s at the Chief Hosa exit. How much for a tip? $100. I don’t think fast on my feet and just said no, Georgetown will be fine. Wrong choice!

At Georgetown I again called AMA and put in a new service request. This time I got a text almost instantly that Scorpion Towing, out of Idaho Springs, had the order and would be there in 90-120 minutes. A not unexpected time frame.

At the stroke of 120 minutes I got a text from AMA asking if he had arrived or otherwise contacted me. I said no. I immediately got a call from an agent who said she would reassign the order. After sitting on hold for a long time she came back on and said she was having trouble finding someone to do the tow and we would hang up and I would receive a text when a provider was assigned.

At the stroke of three hours I got another text asking me if I was still waiting. I said yes. Call the tow company or call us back, was the directive. I called the tow company but all I got was a message saying “if you’re calling about arrival time just wait and we’ll let you know when someone is on their way.” Oh, that’s encouraging.

Another hour passed and I called AMA again. Now the woman (a different person each time I called) told me it was time to take a different approach. Quite simply, she said, they were not going to be able to get anyone out to me today. But they could schedule a pick-up for 8 a.m. the next morning. OK, I said, I’ll call my wife in Denver to come get me in Georgetown. As long as the fork was not locked and the bike could be put in neutral I would not have to be there. Fine. I called Judy, she drove up, and finally at 10 p.m. I was home. But the bike was still in Georgetown.

In the morning I tried calling AMA but they were stacked up so I didn’t wait. The visitor center opens at 9 a.m. so at 9:05 I called and asked if there was still a burgundy motorcycle in their lot. Recall, the pick-up was scheduled for 8 a.m. Yes, the woman told me, the bike was still there.

I called AMA again and this time got right through. The guy I spoke with checked the ticket and found that it had a pick-up set for 8 a.m. on Tuesday, tomorrow. Oops. He corrected that and then set about finding a tow company. After being on hold a very long time he came back on the line and told me they simply could not find anyone to help me out. Every tow company he contacted declined either because of the distance or because it was a motorcycle. I was on my own.

I had no idea what to do but then I thought of Joel, my mechanic. I called him and told him, Joel, I desperately need your help. His truck that he uses for towing is in North Dakota with his wife at the moment but maybe he could get his neighbor’s truck and his own trailer and do it. He’d let me know. A little later he called and it was a go. Whew!

Finally, about 45 minutes ago now, the Kawi was delivered. At this point I didn’t care what Joel asked in payment, I would have given him the moon. But he actually asked a very modest–by towing standards–amount and I gladly paid it.

And by the way, he told me, it’s probably not a coolant line rupture, just overheating and overflow. He said if a line breaks it dumps all the coolant immediately. My description of watching it drip tells him it was just overheating, despite the liquid cooling system. You’ve still got to have airflow through that radiator. If it had been him, he said, he would not have hesitated to take the emergency vehicle lane.

So the simple test, Joel said, is just to fill the coolant tank with water and run the bike up to operating temperature. If it was just a matter of overheating it will be fine and nothing will come out. If liquid still comes out it really is a problem. But if it doesn’t, no problem. Just refill it with coolant.

Man, what a hassle. And if Joel is right, I could have just ridden on home after letting the bike cool off for a while. So now I need to run a test.

Biker Quote for Today

The path to enlightenment is not always straight and narrow.

Despite what the guy at the shop told me, Roy thinks the battery is the problem.

After that ride that wasn’t I got home OK but I still needed to figure out why my bike didn’t want to start. I figured–and hoped–it was just the battery.

I removed the seat on the CB750 and pulled the battery and then took it over to Batteries Plus and asked them to test it. I had forgotten it is a gel-pack battery and it had a sticker on it that said “7-18” which I took to be July 2018. So that’s five years, but I would expect a gel-pack might last longer. I googled that question and found that six years is considered typical. Fine, I’m not going to quibble.

At Batteries Plus the guy first did a simple meter test, and that was fine, so he did a load test. When a guy at a battery shop tells you your battery is good you kind of tend to believe him. They’re there to sell batteries and if he tells you he doesn’t need to sell you a battery I’m generally going to believe him. And what he told me was that the battery was fine, though it could stand to be charged.

So that’s good news that I don’t have to buy a new battery but it’s bad news because not I have to figure out what the real problem is. And I am now a skilled mechanic. But I know that Roy knows a lot more about these things than I do so I called him. He said he could come over the next morning and in the meantime I put it on the trickle charger overnight.

Come morning I put the battery back in the bike and hit the starter. It roared to life instantly. OK. Now I’m thinking alternator. We’ll see what Roy thinks after he does some testing.

Roy arrived and we got to it. The battery definitely had a charge, no question about that. But was the alternator feeding it power? The meter said yes it was. Roy had me start it, stop it, let the lights burn while the motor was off–all this stuff, testing this and that.

In the end he arrived at the same place he had been when he got started. Despite what the guy at the shop told me, he believes it is the battery. It might not be all the way dead yet but he figures a five-year-old battery is probably the problem.

Where this leaves me is that I will go on riding the bike with this battery and I’ll be observing. I’ll keep it on the trickle charger but after taking it out I’ll see if it is slower to start, indicating that the battery is draining. And maybe sometime soon it will be bad enough that I’ll pull it again and take it to the shop again and they’ll tell me it needs to be replaced. I don’t know what else to do.

Biker Quote for Today

No plans. No maps. No GPS. No rules. Just ride.