1st Gen. Lunch Table - General Discussion

Well, I don't think it's the clutch juice. My buddy pressed the pedal down and when I loosened the bleeder that shit shot outta there like a porn star. I also have 0 pedal now. It doesn't even try to move the clutch fork. I didn't have any 3/16 hose so I'll get some and some more fancy clutch fluid and finish bleeding, but I think the slave is cooked. Literally. I looked closer and they actually dented the headers to fit them around the slave. They're making contact. Sigh.

 

If it's got a hydraulic clutch pedal vs. linkage, as it sounds like it does, and the slave cylinder reservoir is filled but unable to throw the shift fork, something is blown.

I found out the hard way with T56 swaps, slave cylinders have an expectation of pedal travel. On the T56 that I dropped with LS1 into my '68 C10, I think the pedal travel for the T56 was 15/16" (I'd need to go check again), and too much pedal travel, just like with a brake master cylinder, would supposedly blow it out so most folks will tell you to put a stopper in a precise place under the pedal to ensure you never exceed the expected travel.

To me, it sounds like the person who designed Donut may not have looked into that, and the slave cylinder failed. If so, when you replace it, see what the expected pedal travel is on the replacement unit and make sure the pedal travel you're offering matches that.

 

Those storm last night brought a lot of rain which made the trails really muddy today.




Usually these holes are harmless but occasionally they are not. You can't tell how deep they are until you're in them. One time I hit one and the water came up almost to my nuts. It was also really rutted out and I almost dropped the bike. Fun times.

 

I sank an xr80 to the gastank in sticky houston mud when i was 13-14. About a mile from anywhere a truck could get, down in a retention pond. Took me a solid 8 hours to get it out. Learned a lesson that day about riding after rainstorms.

 

back in high school, my buddies and i went riding up on the 4x4 trails out near my house (we would ride the 12 miles of county roads to get there). Anyhow, it was during the rainy season here in the wet side of oregon. My buddy was riding his XR200 on a power line trail and a large wide mud puddle was in the middle of the trail. He rode into the puddle, but it was waaaaay deeper than any of us could have imagined. The bike 100% completely disappeared in the murky water. It was so deep that while he still had his hands gripping the bars, his elbows were even under water! We ended up fishing the bike out, removed the spark plug, kicked it over a bunch of time, put plug back in, then fired it back up and rode back to my house. I ended up buying the XR from him a year or so later. i have all ktm’s now, but man, that 1983 xr200r has got to have been my all time favorite dirtbike. It allowed me my first taste of real freedom from being stuck here on the family farm.