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  2. Who is this directed at? The Honda pictured as my avatar picture thing is a RC213V-S. If that’s what you’re inquiring about. https://www.motorcyclenews.com/bike-reviews/honda/rc213v-s/2015/
  3. Cost is $150 plus shipping from Michigan. I will post pictures when I get them next week.
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  5. Interesting... if the info I'm getting from the parts fiche is right, they changed to the later springs and master cylinder, but the slave cylinder stayed until the 6th gen.
  6. Any idea on how much these are going to cost?
  7. cargustav, great detective work with the pressurizing mechanism and bubble factory. I sincerely apologize that you are having to wrestle with these problems. I’ll ask Wade about the leaking at several places on your headers. A friend of mine is the owner of a local automobile exhaust shop, motorcyclist, and long ago built headers for a VF500. Side note: a year or so ago, I approached him about building our headers, but he declined. He uses the copper silicon in the photo below on all slip joints and potential exhaust leak spots. I’ve got to get my bike back together and check my production headers for leaks.
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  9. Don't forget that one of the few changes Honda made to the Y2k 5th gen was an upgraded clutch system... Ciao, JZH
  10. Thanks, Leon. I had to give that a full listen. On my first VFR trip around Europe (Summer 1993) I recall listening to my cassette of Rattus Norvegicus over and over, on beaches, in hostels, walking around towns. Classic! Ciao, JZH
  11. Hi, im a new owner of a 2006 vfr and i like your setup for the exhaust. What size midpipe did you use and what v&h muffler? Thanks
  12. As I typically get 10000km from a back tyre, that works out to riding just 3000km per year! I must have a much more understanding wife.
  13. Nice... I mean, not ideal overall for you, but nice to be homing in on the problem. The head leaks are probably the big part of your problem. I don't know what the general consensus has been on the slip joints. Personally, I've always come down on the side that a little (very little) high-temp permatex helps a good seal and allows the joint to come back apart the next time. Just make sure you use something that stays flexible, and if it's squeezing back out of the joint, you're using too much. Opinions on that may vary, so take it for what it's worth. I also firmly believe that virtually all metal-to-metal joints need to be treated with something. Threads either need Anti-seize (that O2 sensor for example...), or threadlocker or even pipe dope. Electrical contacts get contact enhancer and the plastic connectors get dielectric grease... you get the idea. I won't claim to be absolutely religious about it, but it's my rule of thumb. They make all these different compounds for a reason, and they all have their place.
  14. Welcome to VFRD from a Lancaster native!.
  15. Just a thought. When you said you looked it over, how close did you look? It may take a magnifying glass to see tiny splits in the tracks which could be enough to break the connection. If you use a meter to test each track you'll soon be able to eliminate that as a fault or find something you didn't see before.
  16. Life isn't safe... might as well enjoy your ridiculously overpowered human propulsion device at the kind of speeds it's capable of once in a while. I'd rather have some fun before I inevitably die of cancer or heart disease or get hit by a drunk driver or succumb to some as-of-yet-unknown plague that wipes out a third of humanity or... Not to wax all philosophical, but the safer we make ourselves as a species, the more things there seem to be to worry about. According to ourworldindata.org in 1800 the health conditions of our ancestors were such that 43% of the world's newborns died before their 5th birthday. If you're old enough to legally ride a motorcycle, you've already beat the odds for much of human history. That was a kind of a dark tangent for a discussion about tires... sorry. So the Road5s are good then? 😁
  17. The same thing happened to my Gen5. Apparently some of the connections on the PCB can fail with age. As I remember, and I could well be wrong, the bike shop I took my bike to were able to solder on a jumper between connections to power the LCD again. They'd done it to multiple bikes before from what they said. I can probably find out more if no one else can add more details.
  18. It does now, I had to put some thought into it but it does now. Thanks for the help.
  19. If anyone is interested in the location of an after market voltage regulator on a 3rd gen I thought I would give you my idea's and end result After making a block of wood roughly the same size as the regulator I am installing ( FH020AA ) I found it would not fit 100% in the original location. In the end I made up a new mounting plate and moved it back behind the rear brake fluid reserve. It fits well here, does not hit the side panel and the seat does not get in the way, in addition I think it will get better air flow here as there is an air space on the back side of the plate. I am also hoping the 1/4" plate will act as a large heat sink and draw any heat away from the unit Once I get everything finished up I will update the fit/issues if anyone is interested
  20. I had the gear indicator drop out on me this morning. I was downshifting to avoid traffic and it’s not have done it forcefully enough. Once I shifted again and it had time to think, the indicator returned.
  21. Not at all Been there now 8 years. It’s a waterproof marine plug with the thick rubber cover Sent from my iPhone using Tapatalk
  22. Managed to get a 200 mile day in on Sunday. It was hot. But the VFR did well both in the turns and with the temps. And my posterior did well on the seat to boot. 😀
  23. Thanks for sharing your install Duccmann. This mounting method did cross my mind, but I had concerns about the rigidity of the bracket and the singular fastening point. Have you found that you have much flex when you go to plug in your accessory?
  24. Went to pick up a few shirts in town, the long way round Stopped at a market for some fresh rolls and slices of fenugreek cheese
  25. SF is right, lots of good folks out here. So I decided not to offend Marvelicious any further with talk of roach clips/kleenex . Using his suggestion, and an idea from youtube, I set this up: Blasting air thru the system, and using the soap solution ... well: And ... a little harder to see but center of pic slightly left of shock ... And also ... I have a small leak around one of the O2 sensors as well ... very small. The sensor just needs tightening, or maybe a new washer, we'll see. Looks like a bit of re-assembly is in order. I'm still considering returning exhaust to stock to see if things return to 'normal'. Then move forward with new headers again. ACE
  26. Well I've put some miles on these Road5s and I have a pretty big smile on my face. Great grip when leaned over and super stable at high speeds. Over 230kmh. Ya ya why are you riding that fast. LOL Any how you will pay more for the Michelins but to me they are worth it. U get what you pay for. Good luck.
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      Salt River Canyon and Tombstone, AZ
      My good friend John invited me (I may have imposed) for a visit from cold Massachusetts down to sunny Arizona for an extended weekend of riding.  He's kinda giddy right now as he just bought a new bike and this was his first long ride.  We rode for three days, the first two days were with his other friends, so we had a group of four.  John's new bike is a Harley Sport Glide and his buddies were also on Harleys, I was the outlier riding John's old love, his Honda Interceptor.
      You never know what it's going to be like when riding in a group, in particular if you are riding with folks you never met before.  Fortunately they were good guys, unfortunately they don't like to stop so I missed capturing some great scenery but you gotta roll with the flow in these cases.  Also, I made the mistake of not cataloging our meals, some great Mexican food can be had in Arizona.

      Which one of these is not like the other.

      240 plus miles and no stops other than for gas, lunch and one time to sort directions.  This was our destination for the night, Heber, AZ.  This charming canyon runs through the middle of town, no bigger than a large ditch.  I'm assuming it becomes a bit more grand further along.

      Heber is a very, very small town.  A handful of houses, two antique stores and a couple of restaurants.  Plus cow skulls and aliens.

      We are at pretty high elevation, 6,627 feet and it was cold the next morning.  Mike, the ride leader, wanted to get rolling right away but it was just barely above 32 degrees.  We coaxed him into a long breakfast and passively packed quite slowly, warmed up to about 42 degrees when we headed out.  Fortunately for me John's VFR has heated grips.

      Our main destination is Salt River Canyon.  This is not that canyon, Jeff is standing right at the edge of the dropoff though it's hard to tell in this photo, it is a long way down.

      One of the neat things about riding in the desert are the long views to the horizon and the mesas and mountains in the distance.

      We are on the north side of the Salt River Canyon lookout.  The highway winds down the canyon walls to the bottom along the river and then rises back up to the other side.  Some spectacular views, technical curves and switchbacks and lots of other riders.

      Here is a panorama of the canyon from the floor along the river.  See if you can make out the road descending and ascending on either side.

      Under the bridge looking south along the canyon walls.

      This happened more than once, Jeff, John and I were all on a Cardo comm and our ride leader wasn't connected.  The few times we made a stop he kept on going and he either had to turn around or wait.  Mike was a good sport about it, he's a great rider, spent 20 years as a moto-cop in San Diego and LA.  We all said our goodbyes after a BBQ lunch back in Tucson.

      The next day it was just John and I and we took a meandering route to Tombstone, AZ.  Those not familiar with Tombstone, it was an old west town that earned it's fame for the gunfight at the OK Corral.

      I saw many mines on my ride the days before and again today.  These are massive projects.

      The dusty town of Tombstone, AZ.  It's a tourist attraction now with workers dressed up in period costumes and barking along the main street to come and see a gunfight or watch the can-can dancers.

      You can go for a stagecoach ride or shoot a revolver at a shooting gallery if you so desire.

      I was hoping to go and see the "Highest Kicks in Town" at the Oriental Saloon but John steered us towards Big Nose Kate's for our lunch.

      Now normally I don't drink when I'm riding but I'm in the Old West at a saloon so I broke my rule.  Mine is the shorter darker beer.  And that lovely lady was our bartender, didn't catch her name but when your a cowpoke rolling into town for one night what's in a name anyway.  She was absolutely wonderful and quite charming.

      The famous cemetery of Boot Hill.  Apparently this used to be free to enter but now it's an attraction with a gift store/museum and a fee to walk the grounds.  Didn't really feel like a tour so I snapped a quick photo at a hole in the fence.  According to John at least they cleaned it up now that it's a paid attraction and I understand that there is a guide or guidebook to explain the sites in more detail.

      In the Old West they say the good guys wear white but in John's case this isn't true.  He may be wearing black but he is one of the most generous and kind people I know.
      So long pardner, we got to ride these horses back home to Tucson now.  Ride safe!
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      Another Epic Ride...Kind of
      Who remembers Viethorse and his epic trip to the USA from Vietnam? Believe it or not it has been five years since this Saturday night by the fire. 
      Well, this time America goes to Vietnam to share some ride experience courtesy of Viethorse. I am headed to Hanoi and points north for some
      photo ops with our Vietnamese correspondent. Stay tuned for some epic photoes from the other side of the world. Anyone have a message for


      Gettin' the party started


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      I have not been to the Greenhorn highway all summer, the road to Bishops castle - its always fun railing the turns on that fast sweeper road, then the tighter stuff down to Wetmore. I met up with reddog in Woodland Park and we checked out the sky and thought well maybe we can go around Pikes Peak to a turn off at Twin Rocks and avoid the angry looking clouds sitting over Pikes Peak. We got lucky and missed most of the rain. Heading south on High Park road we saw a rare site, motorcycles holding up cars! We figured it was a new rider and sure enough it was a woman on a metric crusier and her husband not far behind riding 15 below the speed limit - of course in a section with no sight lines for at least a mile, we had to pass 3 cars and 2 bikes.

      Reddog was saying over the blue tooth sena communicators they should pull off - but honestly I am sure she was so white knucked kung fu grip on the handle bars she probably had no idea there were cars behind her! I did not mind too much cause I know the road well and knew we were going to be into a passing zone soon enough.

      Then over the back road to Cripple Creek we were soon on hwy 50 - Reddog was astonished at how bad they messed up that road with tar snakes, the hill down to the Arkansas River was so full of tar snakes it was like riding over a slip and slide water park as wide as the road. It was awful - sections we did over the years at a 100 plus are now very dangerous and not advisable to ride much over the speed limit if even that.






      Lunch was a bacon cheese burger with weird maple syrup flavored bacon? It sort of ruined the burger which was very tasty but the maple syrup was just too much. Hit the spot though after we both peeled that stuff off. Then back on the road to Westcliff where we finally got some rain, just enough to clean the bugs off the visor. They dont call them the wet mountains for nothin!

      Then soon we were pushing the speed up a bit and turned off on the Green Horn hwy at McKenzi Junction and then I rolled on the throttle and let her rip all the way to Bishops Castle - thats a very fun fast ride for 15 min or so of good stuff. There is more good twisties if you keep going but the best stuff is on the way to the Castle. Bigalow Divide its called is the best part.






      Bishops Castle from behind the trees






      Young kid way way up on the railing to nowhere


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      We rode into Flornece and the heat on the temp gauge showed 100f, only in Colorado can you go from 65 to 100 in a matter of 12 mintues! We looked back at the wet mountains it was just covered with rain clouds, we hit it at the perfect time!



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      Not that it matters and not that I expect anyone had noticed, but to those who sent me "where are you?" I would like to say I am back. Not only that I am officially returning to VFRD after nearly 2 months break but I have also ridden my Hawk last weekend and had FUN! Let me restate that; I had major fun riding! Something I have almost given up on.

      Most of you have been riding your whole adult lives and riding is not only a hobby to you, it is part of you. But I started riding three years ago and even though I have encounter some setbacks, till this spring I loved riding with whole my heart. However, I have always considered riding as my hobby. As a hobby which suppose to make my life better, more fun and more rich. Life is too short to do something which we don't fully love.

      My love of riding received a first major scar this spring: I lost a friend on the racetrack. He was a total stranger who offered me his help after I lowsided at CMP track last year. I still remember hearing his "Hi, my name is Todd, do you need help?" while I was duct-taping my roadrash from ripped jacket. He helped me straighten up the shifter and we kept in touch. The next time we saw each other was the day he died.

      With 9 months delay, I can say that Todd's death shook me more than I have realized. It rooted fear in me which was fueled by seeing and hearing about others getting hurt over and over again. If I was to summarize this year - it would be one big accident report. I became sensitive to every broken bone, every roadrash, every lowside. And even though I did 10 track days this year, I became slower and slower and slower. Suddenly, I have acquired this 'grandma' riding style on the road, frozen with fear that behind every corner there is car standing in my lane, or major sand trap or deer staring at me ... I was crippled with fear not only for me about also for my fellow rider.

      So, at the end of this year, I rode more and more by myself. I could not bear the feelings of responsibility for others on the road and my lines were crippled by my own fears. It all culminated this fall at WDGAH. In a freaky accident Love2rideh82crash was taken down by a truck crossing into our lane. I was done. I finished the weekend, locked the VFR into a garage and took a break.

      Until the last weekend, I pretended that motorcycles do not exists. As a last instance after 2 months break from riding, I decided to go to CMP track to see if I can still have fun. I also felt like I should go for the memory of Todd. I went and I had fun! I had much more fun than I expected and the most fun on track I can remember. Suddenly the whole track connected into an uninterupted line of turns and I felt one with the bike riding around! I was giggling like a little girl in my helmet and keep on giggling ever since smile.gif

      Granted I was not the fastest one and through out the weekend, I have never exceeded about 60% of my riding abilities, but I had no "oh-shit" nor 'blond' moments. I could have maybe go faster, I could have brake later for the turns and I could have lean further, but I am no Rossi nor Stoner. I decided to ride for fun and I had amazing blast riding well within my comfort zone.

      I was proud of myself when, after bandaging Ricks arm, I was able to distance myself and go back to riding without the year-long fear. I did feel bad for him but the feelings were not crippling my lines nor my mind. And when a total stranger came to me and said "Hi, my name is Todd", my heart stopped for a minute though but I suddenly knew that my life went a full circle. I probably will never win MotoGP :idea3: , but I am back! :wheel:

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