I was responding to an email from Rusty Bucket about an Ironhead Sportster and a funny "popping" sound the clutch was making and attempts to adjust it out. While writing my response I thought I should share it with the brethren;
Re: Leanne's Clutch. Wow, that takes me back to an inspiring event when I first realized I had to learn to work on my bikes, rather than take them to a mechanic.
Summer, 1981 and I was a 20 year old proud owner of a slightly used 1979 Sportster chic magnet. I lived two hours from Kamloops Harley Davidson. My clutch was making a funny ?popping? noise when I pulled in the lever. I opened up the clutch adjuster on the primary and started twisting the screw in and out. Suddenly, the clutch lever went limp in my hand, obviously not actuating anything. Distressed, I loaded the bike in a 1963 International Harvester which was blowing so much oil out the rocker cover onto the manifold (which easily blew through the firewall) that I had to drive the two hours to Kamloops with the windows down and smoke billowing out like a scene from Cheech & Chong.
After about a 30 second inspection by the mechanic he says to me,
?You just drove down from 100 Mile House?? ?yes?
?In that"? [nodding towards my truck] ?yes?
?Because of this"? [wiggling the limp clutch lever] ?yes?
?Kid, if you're gonna own a Harley, you gotta learn to fix it.?
He then opened up the primary and showed me how my clutch cable had fallen off and that putting it back together was as complicated as a belt buckle. I've done virtually all my own mechanical repairs since.
So what inspired you to first get your hands dirty on rusty old metal? To challenge stripped threads and impossibly corroded parts and think "I can fix it"?
It would be fun to read some other mechanical firsts. Maybe some great mechanical disasters or other mechanical events that changed your lives.
Peace & Grease, Dennis