Four score and seven years ago I was left with a dilemma to turbo-swap my MR2 or to sell it. The temptation for the 3SGTE was great but so was my desire to finish school without disruption.
With gritted teeth, I sold the mid-engine machine rendering me without my own car. The I30 was sold at that point too.
For the 2014-2015 school year my time was dedicated to boring biology classes, window shopping on craigslist, and of course creating the on-campus spring meet. Those hours, days, weeks, and months granted a camaraderie to be formed between the CPT officers and time to forge a pathway for future endeavors
But there was still a void inside of me.
Come Summer 2015 I'm left with three vacant months until school starts. No internships or major-related jobs from years prior. Not much left from school spending. Deja' Vu? Ha it's just too coincidental.
The moment I straddled a Suzuki DR650 I knew a motorcycle was next to be owned. The car dreams of ripping around summit point and fedex field were well-lived and a different experience was to be had.
One year ago
A motorcycle? Really Salman, can you handle two-wheels? What about all the new cars you can try. Miatas, E30s, Civi - Nopeee. We're doing this Sal. All or nothing.
And so the quest began. It started with signing up for the MSF course in July. Then gradually an inventory of motorcycle gear occupied the right hemisphere of my closet. Money from work matriculated into my bank account and the selection of bikes was narrowed. Ah nice we're set.
But as with most things in life there was one major roadblock.
The parents.
My father was vehemently against the idea upon discovering my gear. The mother was merely putting up with it, letting it slide by in the meantime. Both knew I was capable of buying a motorcycle since I bought the MR2 in the past. But would I follow up against their wishes? Even I was ambivalent about the answer.
Anyways there were three bikes to choose from for under $2000. The Ninja 250, Ninja 500, and the GS500E.
Ninja 250
(http://pictures.topspeed.com/IMG/crop/201305/2013-kawasaki-ninja-250r-2_600x0w.jpg)
Ninja 500
(http://pictures.topspeed.com/IMG/crop/200608/kawasaki-ninja-500r-5_600x0w.jpg)
Suzuki GS500E
(http://cache4.pakwheels.com/2011/rides/daihatsu-charade-1984-625551.jpg)
I had rode a face-lifted Ninja 250 at the CPT BBQ and was quite impressed with the overall package. It was very lightweight, looked good, and had a linear power delivery. However, I was coming from the world of sub-200 wheel horsepower cars and knew the 250 would quickly bore me.
The Ninja 500 then became more appealing. It had proper power while still managing a low weight. But most were out of my budget and I was too lazy to test ride one.
Then came the GS500.
One day Max sent me a link to a GS500E listed for $1500. It had 16,000 miles on it but had maintenance records tracing to 2002. The bike looked clean and my research found that it's a quick, reliable motorcycle. So I said why not?
E-mailed the owner and eventually met in person. Oh yeah...this is MUCH cleaner than that ratchet Bandit 600 I saw earlier. It feels light, the controls are crisp, and it didn't seem to hide anything like its owner. So he let me go on a test drive with nothing but a helmet, gloves, and a charming attitude (I had forgotten my gear). As soon as I was out of his sight, pinned it...
(http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/Dgosi8Mp41Q/hqdefault.jpg)
A smile grew on my face as the needle charged towards 11,000RPM. This bike was quick but didn't scare me as the inline-four motorcycles did. Man, I could pin this for the entire test ride! And I did lol.
Upon my return, I negotiated a successful $1300 price tag and boom it was settled! We agreed that I'd return in two weeks to pay him in full - when I had the funds to knock out insurance, registration, inspection in one go. I didn't have as much money as other people do but was not ashamed of it. It became a point to prove myself that nothing can hold me back - even a tight budget.
Oh sheet. My parents!
How will they react? Will they kick me out of the house? Will my dad be jealous of how cool I am and hate me forever? These were questions that rung through my head for the two weeks I waited. But there is one quote that always struck close to home.
"Some people die at 25 and aren't buried until they're 75" - Benjamin Franklin
Yes, riding a motorcycle is dangerous. Yes, I can die or be seriously injured. But if it's approached with caution and common sense it'll be an experience I can share in the future.
So I bought the bike.
(http://alltheragefaces.com/img/usercreated/4fa53dd8a7145.png)
David (dpodloch) reassured me that I wouldn't become roadkill on our ride home. Fear and anxiety caused my hands to shiver on the throttle. And the now previous owner gave a smile and the obligatory "ride safe"
Gee thanks for the tip!! Now nothing will happen to me HUH?!
(http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m5cw224Ips1qcwic6.jpg)
The E320 and GS500 strolled on over to the I-270N on ramp. We took the left turn onto the ramp and caught up to highway speeds. "Oh lord, here we go 'deep breaths, DEEP BREATHS SAL! YOU CAN MAKE IT!!! CHARGEEEE!!!!!!!' "
And the GS performed in elegant glory. Okay that may be an exaggeration but I was probably the coolest "cat" on the road. Okay that may be biased but I don't care about your opinion.
It was awesome.
On the way home
(http://i1098.photobucket.com/albums/g370/skazmi93/11700726_873692982679737_7048900403202333895_o_zpstbwwitzk.jpg) (http://s1098.photobucket.com/user/skazmi93/media/11700726_873692982679737_7048900403202333895_o_zpstbwwitzk.jpg.html)
PEACE SIGN!
(http://i1098.photobucket.com/albums/g370/skazmi93/11160679_873692986013070_660844787037291172_o%201_zpsgqyzx7qm.jpg) (http://s1098.photobucket.com/user/skazmi93/media/11160679_873692986013070_660844787037291172_o%201_zpsgqyzx7qm.jpg.html)
That sun
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Backroads of Middletown'
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The wind pushed me to an upright position. The bike was breathing at a healthy 7000RPM. And the testosterone was pumping. I'm riding my first motorcycle home on the freeway! This was a make it or break it moment for a newblet like me.
Eventually both of us bounced up that driveway in Middletown and shared happiness as we made it. As David took the GS for a test drive, I thought about the smoothest way to break the news to the rents. You see they were not home. They would either come back to a bike the garage OR be expecting one with my notification.
So I sent my mother a text message. Yeah THAT'LL DO!
(http://i1098.photobucket.com/albums/g370/skazmi93/wp_ss_20150716_0001_zpstg03dylc.jpg) (http://s1098.photobucket.com/user/skazmi93/media/wp_ss_20150716_0001_zpstg03dylc.jpg.html)
Mannn am I smooth as silk :thumbsup
Good read :thumb:
I'm in for updates!
Fun stuff - welcome aboard! You should find the GS a fun little ride.
Very entertaining and interesting thread!! Thanks for sharing, Sal :D I remember how awesome it felt to be on a bike for the first time, especially on the highway... I felt like the coolest sh*t in the universe haha
Love that Ben Franklin quote btw... I will remember that one. Sad that it does indeed happen to some people though. I have felt like that many times, my mom has been quite the rev-limiter on my life LOL
Congrats and keep us posted on your experiences :cheers:
Nice looking bike. The previous owner must have taken excellent care of it ;)
jeff
Right?? Haha I was browsing the for sale section and was like hmm... that looks like Sal's bike I saw in a thread yesterday haha ;)
Great read so far.
Welcome to the family!
My wife grew up in Middletown, still have a bunch of in-laws up there. Lots of nice gently rolling turns around there.
So there I was. On my way to drop off David in Rockville then meet my ill-fate at home.
"This is going to be rough. Dad hates motorcycles. Mom is going to have a heart attack. Both of them are...OH WAIT DON'T CARE. JUST BOUGHT A BIKE!", I told myself in preparation of the verbal berating.
Prior to that last stretch home on I-270 I stopped by my friend Alireza's house at 2200 or so hours. His parents were also subject to the surprise purchase of a Suzuki motorcycle.
His family was welcoming, yet curious why Alireza let me in so late. Then he dropped news that I purchased a bike without fore-mentioning it to the parents. Their initial reaction was shock but reassurance that time heals nearly everything. After all, his father reacted by buying a motorcycle himself! I had my doubts but their offer of a klondike bar temporarily ignored those thoughts.
As I was exiting their house, Alireza offered me an extra bed in case things went sour. I scoffed at the idea imagining it wouldn't be that bad.
But boy was I wrong.
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-2300 hours +/- some due to anxiety
I enter the house and it's the scene of a horror film with me as the lead actor. Laced in motorcycle gear, my movements were less than conspicuous (sarcasm). My older brother caught whiff of my carbureted cologne and signaled this by quickly making and averting eye-contact with me.
Sheet.
"Bro, how mad are they?"
"Pretty mad." -Makes and averts eye contact again-
To be honest, I couldn't help but laugh about what was going to happen upstairs. No matter what this conversation, erm roast, was going to be epic from one parent or the other...and surprisingly it was my mother who laid the verbal smack down.
It wasn't a roast on the motorcycle purchase. It was about everything that was wrong with me. Dang mom, those insults are a throwback to 2012! Obviously they also pointed out how I "did this behind their back." Well, I won't lie about that - yes it was purchased without their knowledge. But hey! That was the ONLY way the bike would integrate into our family.
My father on the other hand looked stupefied. His facial expression echoed that of a man who raised an idiot for a son. A smiling idiot :) He mostly said "You're wasting your time...should have thought about it with a sober state...REALLY, A TEXT MESSAGE?!"
It was a disrespectful move and I'm mature enough to admit it. But there were many clear signs of approaching it responsibly - especially since I was also paying for insurance and registration. They've always been there to help me out but it's been a personal goal of mine to become independent early on. Whether it's with $1,300 or $13,000, it's an empowering feeling to work for and earn something you want.
The comments and criticism carried on into the morning. It made me truly realize that I severely underestimate their physical stamina. Content was mostly the same which somewhat bored me, but they accomplished in making me feel somewhat guilty. Was thinking about the negative effect of my actions, but then saw a picture Dave sent me.
(http://i1098.photobucket.com/albums/g370/skazmi93/10995632_873692972679738_2358206469434828841_o%201_zpsermhg9xa.jpg) (http://s1098.photobucket.com/user/skazmi93/media/10995632_873692972679738_2358206469434828841_o%201_zpsermhg9xa.jpg.html)
HELL YEAH, MOTORCYCLE
Quote from: Suggy on July 21, 2015, 05:42:09 AM
Good read :thumb:
I'm in for updates!
Thanks! I had a thread for my MR2 named "Sal's MR2 build." It was also in a narrative form which was fun to write. Has 50,000 views between two forums which is very cool http://www.collegeparktuning.com/showthread.php?t=3712
Quote from: ShowBizWolf on July 21, 2015, 01:49:44 PM
Very entertaining and interesting thread!! Thanks for sharing, Sal :D I remember how awesome it felt to be on a bike for the first time, especially on the highway... I felt like the coolest sh*t in the universe haha
Love that Ben Franklin quote btw... I will remember that one. Sad that it does indeed happen to some people though. I have felt like that many times, my mom has been quite the rev-limiter on my life LOL
Congrats and keep us posted on your experiences :cheers:
To be honest, I was very scared of going on the highway for my first ride. But there was no other way to get it home so I just dealt with the butterflies and gunned it. Went well but still have a lot to learn.
Enjoying it thus far but focusing on how to ride defensively on the street before I can "have fun!"
Quote from: Jeff P on July 22, 2015, 10:55:47 AM
Nice looking bike. The previous owner must have taken excellent care of it ;)
jeff
Haha! I did not notice it was you until I scrolled into the for-sale subforum. What a small world.
Quote from: Slack on July 22, 2015, 03:56:11 PM
Great read so far.
Welcome to the family!
My wife grew up in Middletown, still have a bunch of in-laws up there. Lots of nice gently rolling turns around there.
Appreciate it. And cool beans we've been here since 2004. Indeed there are many great roads in the area. In fact, I've mapped out a 60-mile route that I've done with a few car buddies. Will look to organize a cruise once I'm more confident.
Quote from: Al Capwn on July 21, 2015, 09:55:54 AM
Fun stuff - welcome aboard! You should find the GS a fun little ride.
Oh yes it's a very good overall bike. The magnetic tank bag that was included is very practical and makes me appreciate standards
I hate when you do something and it's a trigger for your parent(s) to explode about all the other things they are irritated about as well. My mom is good for that too... especially the part about bringing up the ancient past. :2guns:
If I have time this week I'll do a mega-bump of this thread. But finally enjoying the GS after it being down for nearly two months.
(http://i1098.photobucket.com/albums/g370/skazmi93/IMG_2846%201_zpsako7tjb7.jpg) (http://s1098.photobucket.com/user/skazmi93/media/IMG_2846%201_zpsako7tjb7.jpg.html)
You do you man, do the standard "saftey upgrades" (suspension, mostly, maybe new tires) and make sure to emphasise that they are SAFTEY UPGRADES to your parents.. might help with their concern.
Otherwise, looks like a good clean bike! congrats!!
One of the best reads I've seen in quite a while! Looking forward to more interesting behind the scenes stuff!
To prevent myself from getting into further trouble, I waited to complete my MSF course. I must say it was an enormous help and shed light to the dangers we face on the road. Such as the factors that taken into account below:
(http://i1098.photobucket.com/albums/g370/skazmi93/WP_20150723_002_zpsmvphycsv.jpg) (http://s1098.photobucket.com/user/skazmi93/media/WP_20150723_002_zpsmvphycsv.jpg.html)
My hand writing may look like hieroglyphics but legible enough to convey the point.
Even though I now had my motorcycle license my parents were still vexed at the GS's presence. I took their feelings into consideration...and started riding to work everyday! News spread like wildfire amongst the workplace that Sal bought a motorcycle or what Joel called a "scooter." And despite people talking trash about a 500CC motorcycle I was showered with compliments about it's appealing naked style.
See, I like my motorcycles -naked- just like how I like my wom - I MEAN JUICE!!
Parking next to a co-worker:
(http://i1098.photobucket.com/albums/g370/skazmi93/GS500E/WP_20150724_002_zpskrorjlui.jpg) (http://s1098.photobucket.com/user/skazmi93/media/GS500E/WP_20150724_002_zpskrorjlui.jpg.html)
CEO gave me a Dunkin Donuts gift card for my BIRFDAY. Cashier girl smiled at me. Too bad she wasn't as hot as me.
(http://i1098.photobucket.com/albums/g370/skazmi93/GS500E/WP_20150722_002%201_zpslxkxue6j.jpg) (http://s1098.photobucket.com/user/skazmi93/media/GS500E/WP_20150722_002%201_zpslxkxue6j.jpg.html)
Chipotle for lunch and a new smoked out visor:
(http://i1098.photobucket.com/albums/g370/skazmi93/GS500E/WP_20150813_002_zpsculesfld.jpg) (http://s1098.photobucket.com/user/skazmi93/media/GS500E/WP_20150813_002_zpsculesfld.jpg.html)
I looked forward to riding to and from work everyday. I looked forward to strapping on my gear and peering through my smoked visor. I looked forward to exchanging a biker wave resulting in a grin wiping over my face. Even though my summer job was a step down from what I did previously and my future plans brought me anxiety. The GS500 introduced me to a world devoid of such stress. That world existed on twisty country roads and in the screeching powerband above 6500RPM. A zen pumping through my blood for once.
Yeah yeah enough with the ghey reflections Sal.
Shush fool. I write what I want because this is MY THREAD!
Anyways, the commutes to and from rockville kindled enough confidence to ride further to social outings. The commute to Cars & Coffee in Great Falls, VA was accompanied by a sharp, cold I-270 breeze and a frustrated phone call by my father. "Why you riding so far? Why are you on the bike? Why didn't you tell me?" Dad, dad, dad...
(http://i.imgur.com/9WbAL.gif)
And thus social outings were had,
Cars and Coughfay. Found another GS Bro. Sadly did not get to meet him. Who cares wasn't a GS500 anyway.
(http://i1098.photobucket.com/albums/g370/skazmi93/GS500E/tumblr_nt4thmfRYo1rihksdo4_400_zpsyhl02qxw.jpg) (http://s1098.photobucket.com/user/skazmi93/media/GS500E/tumblr_nt4thmfRYo1rihksdo4_400_zpsyhl02qxw.jpg.html)
Finally squeezed in a group ride with my friend Max. Let my friend David ride my GS since his was down.
(http://i1098.photobucket.com/albums/g370/skazmi93/GS500E/IMG-20150815-WA0005_zpsum6re0rd.jpg) (http://s1098.photobucket.com/user/skazmi93/media/GS500E/IMG-20150815-WA0005_zpsum6re0rd.jpg.html)
Getting some ice cream or "ass-cream" as my father says in his own english. The ice-cream was good, however the ass-cream...
(http://i1098.photobucket.com/albums/g370/skazmi93/GS500E/WP_20150815_010_zpsiz6yqt33.jpg) (http://s1098.photobucket.com/user/skazmi93/media/GS500E/WP_20150815_010_zpsiz6yqt33.jpg.html)
(http://i1098.photobucket.com/albums/g370/skazmi93/GS500E/WP_20150815_014_zpszcuhj01v.jpg) (http://s1098.photobucket.com/user/skazmi93/media/GS500E/WP_20150815_014_zpszcuhj01v.jpg.html)
After an hour of tearing up backroads with Max and David it was time to depart for home that late Friday evening. The day was satisfying besides losing to a Dodge Charger as I approached the exit for I-270N from Germantown. However, as the bike entered the highway...
A stumbling stirred the rider.
It was the engine, but it wasn't on fire.
Curious to know why the GS bellowed.
The rider steered right, careful to avoid the yellows.
And as it slowed down his face quickly frowned.
At the RPMs dropping, then no sound.
The choke didn't help and the petcock was lying.
Prime? On?? No difference he might start crying.
And as he called his friends near-by
The hopes in the GS started to die
Just like the battery its last crank said
I wish I could do more. But guess what, I'M DEAD!
Very awesome update... and I love the pictures you take! It's excellent how much you're enjoying your GS :D
FUDGESICLES(http://i1098.photobucket.com/albums/g370/skazmi93/GS500E/WP_20150815_017_zpsipuhwinl.jpg) (http://s1098.photobucket.com/user/skazmi93/media/GS500E/WP_20150815_017_zpsipuhwinl.jpg.html)
My bike completely died on me. Setting the petcock to reserve did jack squat despite gas being in the tank. And I did not have towing service. Fortunately my good friend Alireza saved the night by driving me to and from Rockville as we waited for a tow truck. While waiting, we took up on the initiative of buying a jerry can and filling it with more fuel...and VOILA IT STARTED! :D
Called off the tow truck and rode home scott-free. But as I stopped in front of the garage the bike was idling at 4000RPM and backfiring at initial throttle applications.
Hmm, something is amiss here.Mysterious photo...GS500 is marred by carburetor black magic(http://i1098.photobucket.com/albums/g370/skazmi93/GS500E/WP_20150823_016_zpsrgtn0bqk.jpg) (http://s1098.photobucket.com/user/skazmi93/media/GS500E/WP_20150823_016_zpsrgtn0bqk.jpg.html)
Next weekend called up my friend Paul who traveled with his buddy from Silver Spring to my place of residence. A few more incidents of the bike dying, presumably, from fuel starvation didn't cut the pizza slices for me. Started taking the bike apart and what do you know...the airbox isn't connected to the carbs, carb vent hose is pinched,
fuel lines reversed, fuel mixture screw needs to be adjusted. Holy smokes batman, who would have guessed these were the culprits!
Running very lean. Needed to be adjusted(http://i1098.photobucket.com/albums/g370/skazmi93/GS500E/WP_20150823_001_zpsbod6uawv.jpg) (http://s1098.photobucket.com/user/skazmi93/media/GS500E/WP_20150823_001_zpsbod6uawv.jpg.html)
(http://i1098.photobucket.com/albums/g370/skazmi93/GS500E/WP_20150823_005_zpsce9y2qs7.jpg) (http://s1098.photobucket.com/user/skazmi93/media/GS500E/WP_20150823_005_zpsce9y2qs7.jpg.html)
Addressed all the issues. Went out for lunch, and rode back home smiling like a fool riding the redline. Ah felt good for the GS to be back on its feet!
Quickly erasing those memories was the start of the fall semester. That first week was characterized by beautiful, sunny commutes to Baltimore. Not only was it exciting to ride the bike to school but also to meet other riders on campus. Even some of my professors ride ^____^
https://www.reddit.com/r/motorcycles/comments/3ijeqz/first_day_of_school_mmm_that_diversity/ (https://www.reddit.com/r/motorcycles/comments/3ijeqz/first_day_of_school_mmm_that_diversity/)
Posted this picture on reddit which seemed to be very popular in r/motorcycles. First day of school and I'm part of this line-up on campus.(http://i1098.photobucket.com/albums/g370/skazmi93/4ce405ec-4e93-449a-a748-564c5b774a8c_zpslwfnaczl.jpg) (http://s1098.photobucket.com/user/skazmi93/media/4ce405ec-4e93-449a-a748-564c5b774a8c_zpslwfnaczl.jpg.html)
The week was going well and nothing could get me more excited for a Friday ride...
(http://i1098.photobucket.com/albums/g370/skazmi93/tumblr_inline_mj3mrj2bVg1qfpd9w_zpstumjczcj.jpg) (http://s1098.photobucket.com/user/skazmi93/media/tumblr_inline_mj3mrj2bVg1qfpd9w_zpstumjczcj.jpg.html)
But on my way back I noticed something.
Hmm...what the...why am I not getting power in 6th gear? 5th gear...? 4th seems slower too. Can't be good. Tried to ignore these symptoms until I took the exit for my house. The dead powerband at 6000+ RPM then gave way to a death rattle from the engine...
Oh fu...ohhhhh noooo.The red oil light came on as I approached my house. My instincts flared and the goosebumps sensed an engine knock. Playing it off as a chain tensioner or the GS hungry for some action was just delaying the inevitable reveal.
Dropped the oil pan...and...well...
(http://i1098.photobucket.com/albums/g370/skazmi93/WP_20150920_001_zpsh2lqhusg.jpg) (http://s1098.photobucket.com/user/skazmi93/media/WP_20150920_001_zpsh2lqhusg.jpg.html)
Confirmed. Friendly down. Crankshaft main bearing was toast.
:icon_eek:
That amount of metal in the oil is a VERY bad thing. . .
Quote from: Daeouse on November 26, 2015, 09:04:49 AM
:icon_eek:
That amount of metal in the oil is a VERY bad thing. . .
Indeed it is
oh thats rough! any further forward with it?
Gold colored is crank bearing material.
I cant tell exactly but is all that sediment also gold colored metal ?
I have put that quantity X 3 of aluminum on a savage when its cam chain was loose. But aluminum, not bronze.
Cool.
Buddha.
Any updates? When you getting back on the road?
I mean, it should take like an afternoon to swap in a new engine at this point. We want more travel logs.
Will see if I can write an update this week :)
Are you familiar with the seven stages of grief? Well let's walk through them together:
1. Shock and Denial - Unbelievable Sal. UNBELIEVABLE. I can't believe you've blown your motor IN JUST A MONTH! This is number two, What is wrong with you man??
2. Pain and Guilt - Why couldn't you just check the oil?? You lazy imbecile it was just a matter of checking the dipstick YOU DIPSTICK!!
3. Anger and Bargaining - For once in my life can you stop BREAKING STUFF!? Seriously! The I30, the MR2, and now the motorbike! You...you...Barbarian!
4. Depression - Well looks like you're out of a ride once again. Don't know whether I want to keep it now. All the work, money, time that will go into buying another motor. Not sure if I have the patience to deal with this nonsense once more...
5. The Upward Turn - Come on Sal the man! It's just a motor. You've been through too many obstacles to ditch this project. It's just a matter of finding a motor and swapping it in. Well, if you can swap it in.
6. Reconstuction - Let's stumble through craigslist, forums, ebay these next few weeks. It's a cheap bike and you'll find the one motor.
7. Hope - Be patient. It'll work out mang.
NSFL, The gory pictures. The crankshaft bearings were toast no doubt about it:
(http://i1098.photobucket.com/albums/g370/skazmi93/WP_20150920_002_zpsfwn9xk2k.jpg) (http://s1098.photobucket.com/user/skazmi93/media/WP_20150920_002_zpsfwn9xk2k.jpg.html)
(http://i1098.photobucket.com/albums/g370/skazmi93/WP_20150920_003_zpsg4xruitm.jpg) (http://s1098.photobucket.com/user/skazmi93/media/WP_20150920_003_zpsg4xruitm.jpg.html)
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And so the search began at the start of September. Not surprisingly there were an abundant amount of motors for sale on Ebay and Craigslist. But most were overpriced or had shady histories behind them. It was a frustrating time and one that shaked my faith in resurrecting the old boy. Episodes of depression would inundate me as a motorcyclist would pass me by on the commutes. Or when I'd see a family of motorcycles coalescing in their designated parking lots. The feeling of active brotherhood was out of grasp when I'd explain "I have a GS500 at home but it needs a new motor." A statement that would slice the spirit every time it was sorrowfully shared.
However, one day there was an ebay listing for a 92 GS500 motor with 7707 miles on it. It looked beaten up cosmetically but the seller, revered with high approval ratings, swore to its solid mechanical condition. Its price of $300 was met with my offer of $220. I was not expecting him to accept my lowball offer but to my astonishment he did! Oh what? He'll take $220? Holy smokes I have a motor!! FRICKIN' A dude! :woohoo:
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Its home was a four hour pilgrimage away from my city. And that distance qualified for a shipping price I did not want to pay for. So being a man on a mission, I saddled up in the Benz strapped with $220 and some change for tolls. And away we went to explore the western wilderness.
My destination seemed to be a place that offered more to sell than just used GS500 motors, if you know what I mean. The sights only lowered my expectations of what I was purchasing. But the ratings proved to be true and the seller was an upright gent. The GS motor greeted me inside his shed of parts and my eyes glowed with this diamond of a deal. Money was exchanged, hands were met, and the powerplant was whisked away in a less-than-elegant fashion. A new chapter was going to be written.
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Swap, swap, engine swap time! For two weeks the motor hid behind the GS and fueled the fantasy of riding the steed again. And on that one fateful Saturday, my friends Dave and Max came over to help, the service manual was consulted like the bible on a sunday, and 6 hours of labor ensued. The bike was under the knife. Here are some pictures my friend took of the job.
Swapping sockets for each task(http://i1098.photobucket.com/albums/g370/skazmi93/IMG_8136_zpsiqjew6b4.jpg) (http://s1098.photobucket.com/user/skazmi93/media/IMG_8136_zpsiqjew6b4.jpg.html)
Kudos to Mr. Haynes for his clear and concise instructions(http://i1098.photobucket.com/albums/g370/skazmi93/IMG_8137_zpsuzf5pyvl.jpg) (http://s1098.photobucket.com/user/skazmi93/media/IMG_8137_zpsuzf5pyvl.jpg.html)
Dave and I at work(http://i1098.photobucket.com/albums/g370/skazmi93/IMG_8140_zpsz7ku3ypd.jpg) (http://s1098.photobucket.com/user/skazmi93/media/IMG_8140_zpsz7ku3ypd.jpg.html)
Losing hair(http://i1098.photobucket.com/albums/g370/skazmi93/IMG_8142_zpsltyfukan.jpg) (http://s1098.photobucket.com/user/skazmi93/media/IMG_8142_zpsltyfukan.jpg.html)
Finally removed the motor! Such a satisfying feeling.(http://i1098.photobucket.com/albums/g370/skazmi93/20151031_111227_zpsgwqiyimw.jpg) (http://s1098.photobucket.com/user/skazmi93/media/20151031_111227_zpsgwqiyimw.jpg.html)
Getting desperate. Out with the old, in with the new.(http://i1098.photobucket.com/albums/g370/skazmi93/20151031_121345_zpsiehsfh99.jpg) (http://s1098.photobucket.com/user/skazmi93/media/20151031_121345_zpsiehsfh99.jpg.html)
Astounded by how difficult it was to get a motor IN than OUT(http://i1098.photobucket.com/albums/g370/skazmi93/20151031_121407_zpsjfdy9izz.jpg) (http://s1098.photobucket.com/user/skazmi93/media/20151031_121407_zpsjfdy9izz.jpg.html)
Glamour photo(http://i1098.photobucket.com/albums/g370/skazmi93/IMG_8146_zpsmdtoa0zv.jpg) (http://s1098.photobucket.com/user/skazmi93/media/IMG_8146_zpsmdtoa0zv.jpg.html)
Once we installed the motor David and Max had to left to their commitments and the job became a one-man party. The rents came home to a garage colored by motorcycle guts which prompted their disapproval and exclamations of "karma for buying a bike." But who was doing all the work? Who was spending the time and effort in resuscitating this being? With every turn of the socket wrench my moral was raised. Every tightened bolt strengthened my confidence in fighting the odds. Proving the once bleak circumstances wrong.
And so at the sixth hour of that last Saturday of October the bike was assembled. Harnesses were scanned for solid connections, hoses were glanced over, and the GS was primed to start. And when the ignition button was nervously pressed...the GS awoke from its two-month coma with an enthusiastic roar. The bellow of the unfiltered carbs declared its presence in the neighborhood once again.
Hooray! :woohoo:
To finish the swap, a JT 15-tooth front sprocket (OEM is 16-tooth) and bar end mirrors were ordered as upgrades. The sprocket made the GS more enthusiastic with a shorter final drive. And the bar-end mirrors removed the stock mirrors from the field of view, making the bike feel more taut.
Winter weather strolled in by November with temperatures being a chilly 30-40 degrees. Some people throw in the towel declaring the end of the season. But my youth defied the cold and bundled up for the rides that followed. A decision that catalyzed my bond with the GS and love for riding.
Photo heavy below
College Park Tuning's Annual Catoctin Cruise - Plan on hosting for riders this summer
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Max taking the GS for a stroll.
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Pit stop
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Looking cooltastic for the camera
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Friday stroll through Germantown and Poolesville. Love exploring
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Approval while being a millenial
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Maximillion being a straight up G
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Serene
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Selfie
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Thursday in College Park
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Bikes and Grass
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Convinced me to go off-road, then Max became stuck in the mud. Lifted it out and became filthy dirty. Thanks bruh
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Earning his stripes
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Every mile on the bike further kindles my affinity for riding. And slowly I drift away from automotive scene. The eyes absorb the countryside beauty, the heart beats to the tempo of combustion, and friendships mold into a brotherhood. Rides become stories to chat about with company. And they lead to discussion for trips to Toronto, Pikes Peak, and beyond.
The GS will most certainly see Summit Point and cross state lines. Oh, and that 12K redline will be visited regularly.
As if it isn't already...
yaaaaaassssss! :D glad he survived the heart transplant. swapped an engine into a frame abut two weeks ago, i was laughing at the pic of the bike on its side, glad i did mines bare frame and on the ground, would've been a nightmare twisting it into place otherwise. its not an easy task so kudos dude. not looking forward to repeating the process with a freshly powder coated frame and painted engine...
a note on dealing with sellers on eBay, eBay/paypal take a 13% cut so to offer a seller 13% less outside of eBay gives them the same profit and cuts you a nice little bit off the top, when paying online anyway. :D the only downside is that if the seller is cool with going down that road then you don't have eBay/paypal to fall back on should the seller prove to be untrustworthy for one reason or another, I've had many a bargain that way though :thumb:
shame to see the sw20 go in your first post as well :sad:
Disclaimer: This is a write-up of a cruise I did on New Years Eve.
Part I. Decisions, decisions...
After exhausting gnasher ammo in Gears of War 3 and failing to make podium in Forza 4 (thanks SR20DET), I explored the internet for local riding roads in the DMV area. Winter break released the shackles of academia but there was a physical yearning to see beyond a digital Nurburgring.
Stumbled upon Motorcycle Roads | Motorcycle Roads and Rides | MotorcycleRoads.com (http://www.motorcycleroads.com) that Tuesday night and fancied a route from Leesburg to Antietam National Park. Stamped Thursday, New Years Eve, as the ride date.
Command+Shift+3 gents
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Pacenotes were scribbled and the event was set. Initially this was going to be a solo mission, but decided it was a great opportunity to make new friends. So a Facebook post was made, Miro shot me a PM, and a man-date was set for 1030 hours. It was going to be a good time, no homo.
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Part II. Rise and shine, the A/F is fine (meh, lean).
Winter weather didn't stop me from putting 3000 miles under the GS's three months of running. But it did school me on bundling up. Here's what works for me.
Head: Balaclava, Helmet
Hands: "Head" liner, Fieldsheer Summer gloves
Torso: Under Armor, T-shirt, Perforated Leather Jacket, Nursing home windbreaker
Legs: Thermal, leather pants, Burton snowboard socks
Shoes: Boots
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An attractive male
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Le pacenotes
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Dried mangos and drinks were thrown into the backpack and away the GS whisked its masked rider.
Upon arrival at the Giant in Leesburg, I spotted a Royal Enfield and its owner anticipating something in the parking lot. Hands were shook, greetings were exchanged, and our purpose broke the ice that would otherwise exist.
Miro and I briefly talked about our backgrounds. Our familiarity with the area. The GS, Enfield, and our history on two wheels.
The Suzuki was red, the sky was blue, the Royal was green, and so were our wallets too. The 500s fired up and the expedition began.
Rally Point
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Perspectives matter
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Green machine, an identical rhyme
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Part III. Vivacious views, vulgar vrooms, tea.I perceive that when people hear the word "motorcycle" they naturally assume the need for speed and its rudimentary associations. But the 45-mile trek gifted us with riding's core fundamental. The wind slithering through zippers, feeling the physics of hairpins, and being inundated with nature in the nude. It was about living in the moment and absorbing the beauty that surrounds you. Only miles from your couch. And the two of you thundering down, owning, this journey. Your masculinity is not questioned.
Below are some photos of the roads we traveled in VA, WV, and MD. But we didn't take pics of every moment YA FREE LOADERS!
One from the GoPro(http://i1098.photobucket.com/albums/g370/skazmi93/Antietam%20Ride/Screen%20Shot%202015-12-31%20at%203.47.49%20PM_zpstiwinfrr.png) (http://s1098.photobucket.com/user/skazmi93/media/Antietam%20Ride/Screen%20Shot%202015-12-31%20at%203.47.49%20PM_zpstiwinfrr.png.html)
(Miro) Crossing the Shenandoah River(http://i1098.photobucket.com/albums/g370/skazmi93/Antietam%20Ride/Screen%20Shot%202015-12-31%20at%2011.58.05%20PM_zps27tmhkkc.png) (http://s1098.photobucket.com/user/skazmi93/media/Antietam%20Ride/Screen%20Shot%202015-12-31%20at%2011.58.05%20PM_zps27tmhkkc.png.html)
(Miro) Traffic lights(http://i1098.photobucket.com/albums/g370/skazmi93/Antietam%20Ride/Screen%20Shot%202015-12-31%20at%2011.57.37%20PM_zpsw0efowey.png) (http://s1098.photobucket.com/user/skazmi93/media/Antietam%20Ride/Screen%20Shot%202015-12-31%20at%2011.57.37%20PM_zpsw0efowey.png.html)
(Miro) Outskirts of the park(http://i1098.photobucket.com/albums/g370/skazmi93/Antietam%20Ride/Screen%20Shot%202015-12-31%20at%2011.58.23%20PM_zpsx9zbiqcz.png) (http://s1098.photobucket.com/user/skazmi93/media/Antietam%20Ride/Screen%20Shot%202015-12-31%20at%2011.58.23%20PM_zpsx9zbiqcz.png.html)
Extremely useful tank bag(http://i1098.photobucket.com/albums/g370/skazmi93/Antietam%20Ride/Screen%20Shot%202015-12-31%20at%203.52.36%20PM_zpsmu8torfd.png) (http://s1098.photobucket.com/user/skazmi93/media/Antietam%20Ride/Screen%20Shot%202015-12-31%20at%203.52.36%20PM_zpsmu8torfd.png.html)
My hand slipped, I swear(http://i1098.photobucket.com/albums/g370/skazmi93/Antietam%20Ride/Screen%20Shot%202015-12-31%20at%203.54.46%20PM_zpsbmguu9u7.png) (http://s1098.photobucket.com/user/skazmi93/media/Antietam%20Ride/Screen%20Shot%202015-12-31%20at%203.54.46%20PM_zpsbmguu9u7.png.html)
Once we reached sharpsburg, I decided that a break was needed to snack and chit chat. Although we were content with Costco's finest bananas and trail mix, Miro fancied some tea to which I concurred. Low and behold we find a Persian tea shop Shahanzadeh's in this small country town. Figures.
Miro's Russian fireball and my white chocolate mousse tea were excellent. But moreso, it was a time to befriend each other arm. Discussing about bikes, ethnic customs while chewing mangos and cashews. A unique moment.
Here we were. A Czech, a Pakistani, sitting in a Persian restaurant, served by a Puerto Rican, while next to significant land in america's civil war. Syntax nightmare yes I know, but a testament to what "Freedom" morphed to become.
(Miro) the tea room(http://i1098.photobucket.com/albums/g370/skazmi93/Antietam%20Ride/Screen%20Shot%202015-12-31%20at%2011.56.42%20PM_zpssw4u3sos.png) (http://s1098.photobucket.com/user/skazmi93/media/Antietam%20Ride/Screen%20Shot%202015-12-31%20at%2011.56.42%20PM_zpssw4u3sos.png.html)
Tea(http://i1098.photobucket.com/albums/g370/skazmi93/Antietam%20Ride/image2_zpsdvivrbzj.jpg) (http://s1098.photobucket.com/user/skazmi93/media/Antietam%20Ride/image2_zpsdvivrbzj.jpg.html)
Miro unpictured and I take a picture(http://i1098.photobucket.com/albums/g370/skazmi93/Antietam%20Ride/image4_zpsz7loiqws.jpg) (http://s1098.photobucket.com/user/skazmi93/media/Antietam%20Ride/image4_zpsz7loiqws.jpg.html)
Back into the groove:(Miro) Back on the road:(http://i1098.photobucket.com/albums/g370/skazmi93/Antietam%20Ride/Screen%20Shot%202015-12-31%20at%2011.59.03%20PM_zpsrl1wdix6.png) (http://s1098.photobucket.com/user/skazmi93/media/Antietam%20Ride/Screen%20Shot%202015-12-31%20at%2011.59.03%20PM_zpsrl1wdix6.png.html)
(Miro) Antietam(http://i1098.photobucket.com/albums/g370/skazmi93/Antietam%20Ride/Screen%20Shot%202015-12-31%20at%2011.59.44%20PM_zpsazrzulic.png) (http://s1098.photobucket.com/user/skazmi93/media/Antietam%20Ride/Screen%20Shot%202015-12-31%20at%2011.59.44%20PM_zpsazrzulic.png.html)
Part IV. Sightseeing Antietam
Antietam. A pivotal battle in America's civil war theatre. The last piece of land over 22,000 would set foot on. The sights were awe-inspiring and the hills were characterized by luscious curves. But it was an ironic quality to the amount of lives that perished in the bloody conflict. Our destination left us with a deep respect for those who perished.
The visitor center guides were amicable and enthusiastic to discuss its significance. Even better, they provided us a self drive around tour which we did on our bikes. An awesome way to engage history.
Parked
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Miro reading information
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The Enfield owner walking towards the monument
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Information
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Other personnel
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List of KIA
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Various cannons used in the battle
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Tower overlook
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Dedicated to officer KIA
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"Bloody Lane"
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Motorcycles. Favorite picture of the trip
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Miroslav the suave. Another rhyme.
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Alas, reader, the trip arrived at its conclusion. I had a date with an electrician at 3:00PM so 2:00PM marked both of our departures. Manshakes were exchanged once again, plans for the Wednesday meets were discussed, and the GS belched at 9K RPM to pedestrians. (Psh, what a show off)
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Motorcycles. They convince you to share 45 miles with another rider. Forge friendships. Interact with the world around you. Move, excite, live. And that's exactly what we did New Years Eve. Live an ordinary thursday seeing the tri-state beauty and sharing it with a splendid gentlemen. 'Til next time.
Marvelous pictures, looks like the bike is doing wonderfully!
I love the Enfield, its such a beautiful bike!
Update.
Time to move up the ranks!
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Very nice!!! I love the color :D
Quote from: ShowBizWolf on March 01, 2016, 08:58:39 PM
Very nice!!! I love the color :D
Thanks! Unfortunately this marks the end of my run with the GS. It's been fun but can only handle one lady at a time!