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Categories: all aviation bicycle gadgets misc motorcycle theater Fri, 29 Jul 2005
I forgot to mention this yesterday. When I took that part to the Kawasaki dealership in Bellevue, I was expecting them to pull out this mystical $250 tool, and gently pull the bearing race off the shaft. What actually happened is that, literally without a word (as we'd spoken on the phone an hour earlier, and I'm sure I was the only guy talking to him about removing the bearing race from a Ninja 250's triple tree), this guy grabbed the part I'd set on the counter and headed back into the shop. I saw him pick up a medium sized hammer and something long and narrow, which was probably a cold chisel or a drift. He clamped the tree in a vise, and proceeded to hit the second tool with the hammer, very hard, transferring force in a surprisingly graceless manner to the bearing race. My first thought was, well shit, I could have done that myself, and saved the gas. My second thought was, I can't believe I'm prepared to pay someone money for this. My third thought, after I got the part back and he refused payment for the service (thank god) was, oh look, vise jaw marks all over the shaft. Great. He'd been none too careful with the part (which would cost me $200 to replace), and if I'd known he was going to simply apply a hammer, I wouldn't have bothered. I'm pretty good at hitting things with hammers. I probably would have been more careful about it, too, and not damaged the bearing seal and washer, which they would have had to special order ("um, seven to ten working days for the parts to arrive <chewing gum snap>"). Anyway, lesson learned. Don't take maintenance to the dealership. They'll do even more of a Bubba job than I will. Posted at 12:05 permanent link category: /motorcycle Thu, 28 Jul 2005
Yesterday was the Day O' Maintenance, for sure. It was all about the Ninja yesterday, which was good. The Ninja's been suffering from a bit of benign neglect lately -- it's been needing a valve adjustment for a while, and the steering head bearing has been needing replacement for over a month. I've been avoiding it because I knew it would be an all-day thing. Starting in the morning, I got all the fairings stripped off the Ninja, and drained the coolant. Off went the radiator. Off came the coil. The valve adjustment went even better this time than last time, since I took the time to remove all the extra crap, even more so than the last adjustment (where I was singing the praises of taking off all the extraneous things in the way of a valve adjustment). I actually got the valve adjustment done and had moved on to spark plugs (with all the stuff still off the bike, though) by lunch time. The valves were all tight, except one. The outboard left intake valve was still in perfect adjustment. Weird. Still, it should make for a better running engine, and certainly this is the last time I'll need to adjust this bike if I sell it later this summer. After lunch, I got to work on the steering head bearings. This was a daunting task for me, since I'd never done it before, and it involved a lot of "take this major section off the bike, then this major section..." in the manual. Fortunately, when taken a step at a time, it wasn't bad. I also discovered that the glue holding the bike computer's speed sensor on was set really well, which was nice. In hindsight, it would have been better to cut and resolder the wire rather than knock the sensor off the fork leg, but regluing the sensor will work fine. The bearing races were indeed a bit scored, and I think I've discovered the source of my ominous creaking noise. That's encouraging, to be sure. I called around to bearing houses, but I didn't find the Ninja's bearing sizes, so I just ordered this kit, which should be here in a few days, hopefully by Saturday. I was able to remove all the bearing races except the lower one. I'm going to take it to the dealership today, on the promise that they can remove it for me for "like 20 bucks." I checked on getting the right tools to remove it myself, but you need a specialized puller tool, which Kawasaki will sell you for the princely sum of $245 (vs. $40 for a generic bearing puller kit). Since it needs the special puller, this is a situation where I'm willing to give in to the economics of the thing and just let the dealer's service department do it. It was pretty satisfying to get all that done on the Ninja yesterday. I'm dissappointed that I couldn't get it all finished in one day, but I'm not very surprised. That was a lot of work, although if I'd had the bearings, I could have finished it yesterday. Hopefully they'll arrive soon, and I can get the bike back together and running soon. Once the steering head bearings are reinstalled (which will hopefully not be too hard), all that's left is to put everything back together, top up the coolant, and balance the carburetors. That should put the bike back on the road to good health. Actually, I also want to sand the brake pads and disc a little bit, to see if I can get them less grabby after in broke them in a bit abruptly. I should also adjust and lubricate the chain. So much work to do. You can see why I was dreading working on the bike, with all this maintenance piled up. Posted at 11:53 permanent link category: /motorcycle Tue, 26 Jul 2005
I went over to Jesse's house last night, to help him get his garage Anyway, he built this workbench, using very straightforward construction techniques with very standard lumber. But the trick is, it was at my (and, of course, his) elbow height. That's the first time I've ever worked at a surface that was actually sized correctly for me. It was a revelatory experience. Now I really want to do the same thing. The reason I mention all this is to set up that I was at Jesse's house, though. As I was preparing to leave, I was telling him about all the work I have in front of me for the Ninja -- the valve adjustment, the steering head bearing replacement, etc. I was telling him how I'd miss the little, light bike, but wouldn't miss the fact that it was designed for someone who weighs 100 lb less than me. To demonstrate, I caused the bike to do its front-end-creak trick. He made a sort of horrified face. At that moment, I had this profound sense of all the pent-up "this bike is too small for me" anxiety rushing to the forefront of my consciousness. Ugh. After the brake disc, and the steering head bearing, both at the same time, I'm kind of burned out on it. The bike is just repeating over and over (and the chain stretching out so fast, sigh) that I'm too heavy a rider for it, at least for the kind of riding I'm doing. So, although I still love the EX250, and the idea of the EX250, I won't be entirely sad to see it go when it goes. It's really a size mismatch between the two of us. I wish it weren't so, but the Littlest Ninja is simply too lightweight a bike for me. That night... Well fuck. Every one of my vehicles is collapsing into shit. The Ninja desperately needs a valve adjustment (and therefore a coolant change, and an oil change, and a carb balance, and...), and its steering bearings are creakier than a wooden boat. The Le Mans needs a new $180+ rear tire. The sidecar needs its rear tire remounted yet again to fix some slow leak, and one of its ballast jugs sprung a leak some time this evening, leaving just over an inch of water in the very watertight trunk (along with the tools, and the little compressor, and the spare exhaust headers, and the riding gear I'd left in there...). Feh. This is all incredibly discouraging. I may even take tomorrow off to deal with it, since it's making me very unhappy right now. At least tomorrow I could make some progress on getting one of the bikes back into functional shape. Posted at 23:42 permanent link category: /motorcycle Mon, 25 Jul 2005
Well, there's something you don't see every day: It's pretty unusual to find two sidecar rigs side by side, except at rallies.... This is at work, where a coworker recently bought this Ural Gear-Up. In other news, I got another test of my tire plugging kit, and this one didn't go quite as well. On Saturday, I headed up to Anacortes with my friend Jean. I wanted to go to a telescope store up there, and she wanted to go for a ride. We rode together as far as Burlington, which is right on I-5, where we stopped for gas and a snack before we parted company. I noticed I had a nail buried deep in my tire, but it wasn't leaking. So, after we gassed up our bikes and ourselves, we discovered there was a Les Schwab tire store across the parking lot from the grocery store where we ended up eating. I needed a source of compressed air if I was going to do this tire plug, and that was just about perfect. So we rolled over to the tire store, and after securing their permission to use the compressor, I pulled out the nail and prepped the plugging kit. I thought about trying to work it so the tire would still have some air pressure in it, but realized that the plugging procedure pretty specifically opens a large hole in the tire, and that there was no practical way to do it. I was demonstrating all this to Jean as I went, as she'd never seen a tire plugged like this. Of course, the demonstration effect meant that the first plug failed. I pulled it snug, like you're supposed to do, and then pulled a little bit harder, just to really make sure it was seated. Then, when I cut off the stem that was sticking out, it immediately started hissing. D'oh! Ok, number one, why was there any pressure in there, and number two, why the heck did it fail? I tried again. Insert nozzle in tire, forget to insert plug in tool, pull nozzle from tire to insert plug, re-insert nozzle in tire, screw on installation tool, install, pull, ok. There's the plug tail. Pull it tight, cut it off, and... Crap! It sucked itself back into the tire! Finally wising up, I realized that I was pulling the plugs too tight. This left the stem stretched out within the thickness of the tire tread, but it relaxed outside the tread, where I was pulling on it. Since it kept that tension inside the tread, when I cut off the excess (which was the only thing keeping it from releasing that tension), it sucked back in. Sigh. The third time, I pulled it just until it stopped, and cut it off. This time, thankfully, it stayed, but I was not feeling confident. I rolled the bike over to the shop, and after a certain amount of futzing (note: Les Schwab in Burlington doens't seem to own a normal air chuck that will reach the valve stem on a motorcycle tire), we got the tire pumped back up. With Jean's help, I rolled the bike back and forth until I found the plug, and I stuck my ear right next to it. No hissing noises. I had to assume that it was alright. Jean was reluctant to part company, feeling bad that I was riding around on a potentially about-to-deflate tire. That was quite sweet, but I assured her that I would have been in this predicament whether she'd been around or not. She pointed out that there was a sporting goods store directly across the street from us after I showed her the CO2 inflator I had with me, and I agreed it would be a fine idea to stock up on CO2 cartridges, just in case. We parted company at that point, and I went over to the store and got myself a 15-pack of CO2 cartridges. The rest of the ride to Anacortes and back was uneventful, and unmarred by tire disaster. The Le Mans is parked in the garage again, safe and sound, although I need to replace that tire before I can sell the bike. I guess some lucky buyer will get a brand new rear tire. Posted at 10:55 permanent link category: /motorcycle Sat, 23 Jul 2005
I had an interesting experience last night. Well, interesting to I went to Costco to pick up a few things. Shopping successfully accomplished, I hauled my booty out to the bike to load up and head home. After I'd loaded my stuff into the basket, I noticed someone had perked up a lot and was checking out the bike. Turns out he works there, and rides a ZX-6RR. We talked a bit, and he mentioned offhand that his coworker's bike picked up a nail on the way in this morning. Sure enough, there was an SV650S with a pathetically flat rear tire. I debated for a second (since I wanted to get home), but finally said, "I have a patch kit, does he need a patch?" The guy didn't know, but he ran in to ask. "No," he said, "Mike's going to load it up on a truck." So, I got myself ready to leave, but before I got on the bike, Mike's girlfriend showed up with one of those sticky rubber band patch kits, obviously intending to try and use the thing to fix the flat. A little bit more discussion ensued, and we walked back into the store together, to talk to Mike. I asked him if he wanted me to patch his tire, and with a fairly expressive look of "yes, thank you!" on his face, he agreed he would like that. Formal permission out of the way, I went back to the bike. By the time I actually got to wielding my little Stop-N-Go kit, I had gathered a crowd of 2 or three interested Costco employees and hangers-on. This was my first "real" patch, done on a live tire on the bike, which would be ridden home later. It went very smoothly. I really like the Stop-N-Go Pocket Tire Plugger kit. It's very slick, and works really well. Tire successfully patched (after about 10 minutes of rolling the bike slowly back and forth, trying to find the hole), I donated 5 el-cheapo CO2 cannisters to the cause, and probably pumped the tire up to ~25 PSI. Certainly enough that he could safely ride it to the nearest gas station with a compressor. The tire already had a plug, very near the right edge of the tread, in almost the worst place to try and plug a tire. I made the girlfriend promise that they'd replace that tire as soon as possible -- I think they were already planning on dealing with it the next day, but I really wanted to stress the point. With two plugs in close proximity, and one of them in a stinky location, that tire is a disaster waiting to happen. I hope he made it home safely, and they took my advice and stuck to surface streets to keep the speed down. I was glad to see my plugging and filling gear get used "for real." It was especially gratifying because it all worked exactly like it was supposed to, and once we found the puncture it only took about 20 minutes. I definitely feel like I got in my good deed for the day. Posted at 01:39 permanent link category: /motorcycle Thu, 21 Jul 2005
I am pleased to report that I have once again entered the ranks of In other news, I'm taking the Goldwing into the exhaust shop again today, with my new, simpler exhaust headers in tow. The current headers terminate in two outlets on each side, meaning that for my ideal system, three two-into-one joints would have to be built. The exhaust shop guy balked at that, thinking it would be too bulky, and too expensive. The new headers (which I got from Aaron, who bought them to fix up the Goldwing before he eventually sold it to me) exit into one pipe on each side, which means that only one Y joint would have to be built. My ideal Goldwing sidecar exhaust system is one in which the pipes from each side are routed to the "inside" or right side of the bike, between the motorcycle and sidecar. They would then terminate in a single muffler, probably a small oval car muffler, just for simplicity's sake, which would exit on the right side of the rear wheel. There's plenty of room to do something like that, what with the sidecar frame being there. This system would be lighter than the current two mufflers (and definitely lighter than the stock exhaust system, assuming I could even find one in decent shape). It would also be cheaper than buying a new stock system, for which Honda would claim the princely sum of over $1200, if all the parts were still available. Of course, they're not all still available, so it's a moot point anyway. No one seems to make a quiet aftermarket exhaust for the Goldwing in this vintage, they're all of the "make the bike more 'custom'" school, which seems to include vastly increasing the volume as well. Is it somehow wrong to want a motorcycle to be whisper-quiet? I guess it probably doesn't sell well. Anyway, I'm hopeful the exhaust guy will be more positive about doing the job now that I have the simpler (for him) exhaust headers to work with. We'll see what happens. Posted at 10:33 permanent link category: /motorcycle
Today is Ride to Work Day. Did people's schedules just not work out for riding the bike today? Cool weather at the start of the day too daunting, despite the predicted severe clear and 75°+ conditions? (Predicted conditions have come to pass.) I'm pretty dissappointed. Next year, I have to remember to put up posters around my workplace, see if we can't get a few more people out. Posted at 10:20 permanent link category: /motorcycle Tue, 19 Jul 2005
Well, foo. I thought I had the Goldwing's rear valve stem problem Unfortunately, I discovered this on Saturday evening, and didn't think to try locating a shorter valve stem until Sunday, when all the tire stores are closed. No luck there. I was out on Monday, so I didn't have time to find a valve stem then either. Today, I looked up tire stores in the phone book, and dialled my first number with trepidation -- there's no reason a tire store should want to sell valve stems to the general public, and it might be that finding a store which has both the right stem and the desire to sell it would be difficult or impossible. However, my very first call, after a touch of explanation, yielded good results. I'll be headed over there today (fortunately, it's not very far) to pick up a couple of stems, hopefully of the correct size. I should have realized that this is a very common item. It's not as if I'm looking for some kind of very specific part. Every car on the road has 4-5 valve stems on it, and every truck (which is the size I need) has at least 4, all of which get replaced with each tire change. That evening... I was surprised, but I managed to get the rear wheel off, the valve stem replaced, and the whole thing buttoned up in less than 2 hours. The first time (skipping time spent waiting for the wheel to be repaired, obviously) took over 3 hours. I guess that's what I get for knowing what I'm doing the second time 'round. I'm pleased to have the Goldwing back in a functional state, but I find myself wondering, "what's next?" Posted at 19:55 permanent link category: /motorcycle Fri, 15 Jul 2005
I mentioned in the last entry that I was inspired by the Hawker It's obviously not what the sidecar would really look like with matte green paint, but it suggests what it might be like. I like it. This might be an excellent opportunity to try out proper airbrushing, since I can have any color mixed up in an airbrushable form, and I already have the compressor. I might also try powdercoating, although that's a more significant investment, since I'd have to find an electric oven, and buy a powdercoating gun. Powdercoating would work pretty well for coating the wheels and the headlight box, although I don't know what variety of powder colors are available. It's just a random thought at this point, and I'll probably end up painting everything with regular paint (assuming I even do it). Later... And, just for randomness value, now with mostly meaningless stencils to improve the flavor of general military-ness: Posted at 12:14 permanent link category: /motorcycle Wed, 13 Jul 2005
A paint scheme I was thinking of is like
Later... I finally got the sidecar back together, but of course, it's not all wine and roses. The valve stem is too long, and rubs against the swingarm on the wheel's path around the axle. At least, the valve stem cap with the little core wrench in it is too long. I need to check when I get home, and see if a smaller cap will fix the problem. I'm glad I didn't put on the metal valve cap I was considering. Still, it's nice to have the rig back on the road. I didn't realize how much I was missing it. If I can't get a small enough cap on there, I guess I'll have to ground the outfit again, and find a shorter 5/8" valve stem. What a pain that'd be. Moments later... Woo! I just tried out my MacGuyver skills: I pulled off the valve cap to see if the stem would clear the swingarm with no cap at all. It did, with a bit of room to spare. So I whipped out the Leatherman-style multitool, and alternately cut and filed off the now-ruined valve core wrench that had been molding into the end of the cap. It now fits past the swingarm! So much easier than having to take the whole rear end apart again to take the wheel off the bike, the tire off the wheel, and locate and install a new valve stem. That's at least 5 hours saved. Posted at 16:15 permanent link category: /motorcycle Tue, 12 Jul 2005
I got the sidecar wheel back today, and was quite pleased with the Unfortunately, that also meant that I couldn't put the sidecar back together yet. Since the paint takes 5-9 hours to dry completely, it won't be ready to put together until some time after midnight tonight -- far too late for me to engage in any new projects. In any case, it's nice to have it back. The painted section looks kind of weird, being black on an otherwise gold wheel. It's not ideal, but I know at some point I want to completely strip and repaint all the wheels. I'm not that worried about how the sidecar looks at the moment, or I'd go out and at least try to find some slightly similar gold paint. Unfortunately, I don't really have time right now to strip and repaint the wheel. I also don't know what color I'd paint it, although OD green or flat black would probably be near the top of the list. I should spend some quality time with the GIMP (graphics program) trying out different colors on the sidecar rig. I was thinking that the sidecar would look quite good painted a flat army green, possibly with RAF-like markings. That's still far in the future, though, and will happen after I've sorted out all the mechanical and practical stuff I want to fix. Posted at 22:58 permanent link category: /motorcycle Thu, 07 Jul 2005
I took the rear wheel off the sidecar the other day, to change the I got to use my new, and exceedingly cheap, impact wrench to get the brake disc off. Very nice. For $18, if it lasts, this will be an impressive purchase. I don't really expect it to survive, though. In any case, I clamped the wheel to the stand and did my usual grunting and swearing routine to get the tire off the wheel. The previous owner had indeed used a tube in this tire, and I thought I'd figured out why after I got the tire off: the valve stem hole is 5/8" rather than the smaller, more standard size for which I already had new valve stems. A few phone calls later, and I found a Pep Boys store in Everett that had this size valve stem in stock, and was even open late enough that night to retrieve them and get the whole thing put back together. I got the valve stems, and mounted up the new tire. I filled it with air, and was just about to congratulate myself on a job well done, when I heard the hissing. D'oh! I turned the wheel over, and found the spot which was hissing -- at the base of one of the big, tubular spokes. Crap! Well, there's reason number two why there was a tube in the tire. Unfortunately, the crack also meant that the wheel was relatively unsafe, so I wasn't willing to just slap some JB Weld on it to hold the pressure in. Sidecar wheels take a lot of side load, so (as Aaron pointed out to me) it was definitely worth getting the wheel repaired for the structural strength required. On Aaron's recommendation, I called the local expert, the Wheel Master in Auburn. I described the problem to him, and he basically said, "I don't weld wheels any more; the liability is too great." Grand. Feeling somewhat lost, I started calling around to welding shops to see if I could find anyone who'd help me out, and eventually came across Foster's Wheel Service in Fremont, about 2 minutes' drive from my workplace. How convenient! They said they'd at least take a look at it, although the initial (over the phone) assessment was they couldn't fix it. I brought the wheel in today, and to my delight the guy said it wouldn't be any problem. He also pointed out the dent in the rim which had probably started the problem in the first place. Woo! His estimate was just $120 to both straighten the wheel and weld it. I should have it back some time next week. So, I'm pretty happy about that. I got the feeling the guy I talked to, Ben, knows what he's doing, so I'm confident he can do a good job with it. Hopefully the sidecar rig will be back on the road and even safer some time next week. Posted at 12:38 permanent link category: /motorcycle Tue, 05 Jul 2005
Well, that was a crappy aviation weekend. I went on Saturday for my scheduled biennial flight review (BFR) and introduction to the 172. I had not done the best thing for myself, by getting only about 4 hours of sleep the night before. However, I generally felt alright, and was looking forward to the whole thing. I got to the FBO amidst predictions of marginal clouds, so I was prepared to do the ground work that day, and come back later or another day for the air work. I was about 5 minutes late, but my instructor was nowhere to be found. About 15 minutes later he was finally located, and we introduced ourselves. Almost immediately, his languid manner struck me. His voice had that sort of half-power quality, where the tone becomes an audible series of clicks rather than a fully-voiced note. His attitude reminded me a bit of a hippopotamus slowly chewing on whatever it is hippopotami chew on, 90% submerged in a tropical river. The words he was speaking, if transcribed, would be about right for a BFR, but combined with his mannerisms to give me the distinct impression that he thought I was beneath him in some way. It started grating on my nerves pretty quickly, and only intensified over the course of the next three hours. The ground part of the BFR covered topics I knew well enough except one or two, so I was glad to learn something "new" (or at least re-learn something). I took my time and was careful answering, since this guy's attitude had me on edge. I actually considered, about 30 minutes in, telling him I was finished for now, and rescheduling with someone else. In retrospect, I would be happier now if I'd done that. I was thinking to myself, "am I actually paying this guy to be a jerk to me?" Answer: yes, and dearly. Feh. Anyway, we got through the questions, and I felt like I'd done pretty well. I was surprised at the amount of aviation knowledge I still had in my head. On to the plane. I don't know what I was expecting, but flying the 172 was almost exactly like flying the Cherokee, except it was easier to start, and I couldn't see where I was going when turning. For that, I was paying $20 per hour extra. I'm sure that when you sit down and compare numbers to numbers, the 172 is a far superior plane, and it's certainly better equipped. However, for my purposes, they're basically equivalent, except I like the Cherokee better. Grand. I guess on a long trip, I'd be less concerned about the 172 breaking and leaving me grounded somewhere than I would with the Cherokee. The flight itself was unremarkable. I didn't do as well with stalls as I would have liked, since I forgot a lot about how to set them up and execute them. The 172 doesn't stall anywhere near as nicely as the Cherokee, with a sharp break to the low side. He had me do steep turns, which necessitates taking the plane through a 45° banked turn for a full revolution, then back the other way. In order to do this, the G load on the pilot is significantly increased. 1.5 G comes to mind, but I don't know if that number's right or not. In any case, it left me with a bit of a headache, and a slightly dulled feeling. We turned back to the airport, and the controller gave me a clearance to enter the pattern on the base leg. Without engaging my brain, I automatically entered on the downwind leg (for which I was already lined up), which didn't cause any trouble for anyone except that it indicated I hadn't actually understood the controller. I did my touch and goes without any trouble, although as is normal, I was off the centerline a bit. We got back, and the instructor had me tie down the airplane. When I got back, he signed off on the logbook, and then told me where I could stand some extra work. I agreed with some of his assessments, but a few in particular stood out as being wrong -- for instance, talking about airspace, I knew what the airspace marked on the chart was, but I checked with the key just to be sure. He apparently took that as a sign that I didn't know what I was talking about. (Which explained his bizarre and condescending explanation of "why we have airspace" earlier.) This didn't mix well with the tiredness I was feeling after so little sleep and the steep turns. Nothing untoward happened at that moment, but after I'd paid and was walking out the door, I was thinking to myself, "well, that's it, guess I'll never fly again. I wonder how much I can get for that AirMap100 GPS..." I was intensely discouraged. I had just paid $260 (plus $85 the previous day for the medical it turns out I didn't need for another year) to be treated like I was a moron. I had paid extra for this cool plane, and discovered I liked it less (startup ease aside) than my old standby. Since then, my mood has improved somewhat, but not a whole lot. I know I'll fly again, but where I had been hoping this would improve my interest at least a little, it's actually served to dull it. It's reminded me of all the things I dislike about flying: it's expensive, you have to deal with arrogant assholes, there's a lot of practice involved for what has, so far, been relatively little reward. Flying in and of itself is cool, but it's not $100 per hour cool. As a result of all this, I elected not to go flying on the 4th. I wish I could have, but the bank account was stinging from the BFR, and I failed to get much more sleep the subsequent nights. So, I was definitely in no state to be piloting a small, 100 knot people-missile in relatively challenging night-time conditions. I hope to do it next year, but we'll have to see what that year brings. Posted at 14:27 permanent link category: /aviation Sat, 02 Jul 2005
The SilentEar earplugs showed up today, and I decided to try them As I'd expected, the large size fit my right ear reasonably well, and the average size fit my left. I put them in per the instructions as I was getting ready to leave, and all seemed well. However, after a minute or two, the right plug had somehow shifted so that it wasn't fully sealing any more. These plugs are "slippery" compared to the expanding foam disposable types (they remind me a lot of little orange pacifiers), which I think works to their disadvantage in my right ear. I reinserted it to try again, but a few minutes later I had the same result. I decided to give them a try anyway, and see if maybe wearing the helmet would make a difference. I made it about 300 yards before the right had unsealed again. I discovered that if I shifted my jaw all the way over to the left, the right ear would seal up again, but that was definitely no long term solution. I ended up pulling over after less than half a mile, and swapped them out for one of my dwindling supply of 1100s (the old standard). Oh well, I guess I couldn't know until I tried them. Posted at 19:00 permanent link category: /motorcycle Categories: all aviation gadgets misc motorcycle theater Written by Ian Johnston. Software is Blosxom. Questions? Please mail me at reaper at obairlann dot net. |