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I've owned an 01 VFR800 since November and only driven for around 50miles (there is 31k on the clock). The weather was pretty bad in December/early January so I wasn't out on it, but did start it a few times and ran until the cooling fan went on (around 80C) and then switched off...no problems. I was told when I purchased the bike that the stator (or the RR, i cant actually remember which) had just been replaced. One day I went out to go for a run and the back tire was flat. So I got a new tire installed. When I got the bike back it took awhile to start, it seemed fine though, however I only ran it for 1 minute. I just put that down to the petrol being sloshed around a lot while the bike was being transported. That was about a week ago. I went out today to go for for a ride and it started it up no problem. As it was warming up, the revs started dropping as normal but then the engine cut out after a few minutes (after the idle went down below 1000rpm, which seems very low). After that it would start but cut out about ~2seconds later. If I pull back the throttle any amount it cuts out immediately. The bike was still below 50C at this stage. I let it cool down a little (few minutes) and started it up again and it started fine. I throttled it to about 3000 for maybe 30seconds and then left it idle...no problems. But ~1 minute later it cut out again with the same symptoms, wont stay on for more than a few seconds and increasing revs cuts it out immediately, at this stage the bike is only 60C, so it had not warmed completely. I pulled off the seat and had a look around the battery/wiring etc and didn't see anything out of the ordinary. I checked the oil level and it was fine. I've no idea what could be causing this and didnt have time to dive into it. The next thing I was going to check is the FI error codes, then clear them and start the bike again to see if it generates any code. Then check the battery voltage on idle and when around 4000rpm. If there is no codes though I haven't a clue where to go next, as nothing has been changed on the bike except the tire and it seems fine when cold. But as soon as it hits around 60C it will not keep ticking over. TLDR: Bike wont idle when around 60C, just dies after a few seconds. Fine when cold. Nothing done to the bike to cause this. Any help appreciated.
So after converting the dash to LED, my 2000 "dash" turn signals are intermittant. The left one sometimes works. The right one rarely works. I have it all apart again. Cleaned dirty fuses like I did on the 1998, but no difference. Checked the switch. Cleaned the relay connector. No difference. Swapped bulbs to a few other kinds. No difference. It did not do this before the bulb swap. I can get them to work sometimes if I wiggle things (relay, connector, bulb sockets, my left ear...), but not the same things, so I think that is coincidental. Leaning toward just having an old relay. Thoughts?
Totally agree. Don't go any further south past the Edmonds Ferry, and get your ass towards the Olympic Mountains. But the Northern route onto the Peninsula he described is absolutely, quintessential Pacific North West. Incorporate a ferry ride at some point to complete the experience.
Fabio222 is right, the main frame is aluminium and the front and rear sub frames are steel which can rust. Are you sure the rust you see isn't just left over residue from the engine bolt which is steel? Could just be a reaction between the 2 metals. Have a picture? I didn't have any rust on my main frame when I took off the rear sub frame for powder coating. Maybe a rub with some wire wool and wd40 and see if it comes off? I wouldn't have thought you need to spray it at all. If the steel sub frame is rusty then wire wheel down to clean steel, prime and top coat and it should be good for years.
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Yep, it does. Answer is...there's no other way to close that loop I can think of. Till I learned about the key switch sequence I thought it was just the limitations of early ECUs and whatnot. Like I have seen some examples where the steps in an older engine controller are "big" so things suddenly and noticeably change over a few hundred RPM. That's sort of what the VFR always felt like to me when it was stepping the fuel up and down at cruise and I wrote it off as the limits of the day. And some people notice it, and some people don't, so it was also probably down to the tolerances of each bike and whatever the sensitivity of that rider is. Now what I think is the behavior between O2 sensors active or not is so arbitrarily close, it's probably really an open loop algorithm in implementation if not outright design, and Honda just tipped the scales overall towards emissions and efficiency. We know the manufacturers have always done this with lean mixtures at cruise RPMs to meet mandates, this is just like Honda went the extra mile when they didn't have to and it's super annoying. They might have even had O2 eliminators in mind, and wanted to do things to protect the longevity of the cat, etc.
I'm trying to find photo I saw and don't know where it is. VFR was in someone's garage on rear seat, it had one of those double-decker shogun-style rear wings you see on back of Japanese cars probably temporarily put there while they moved stuff around Does someone have copy of this photo or have link to thread where it's posted Thanks!
Surprised I didn't mention on that linked thread that I ran my RC36 gravity feed for a while (weeks or months) after the fuel pump stranded me on an Austrian Autobahn one summer. Always carry tools! It ran fine, as I recall. I probably didn't allow the tank to get very close to empty, but it was absolutely fine at half-full and up. Ciao, JZH
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I took a day off from work and also from my bicycle training to take out the Veefalo one last time before the weather turns ugly, supposed to snow the rest of the week and possibly start sticking to the ground along the Colorado Front Range. I took a leisurely pace up hwy 105 toward Morrison and got reacquainted with the bike since its been over a month since I took any sort of twisties on it at all, hwy 105 is a scenic ride along the front range between Denver and Colorado Springs, its mostly easy fast sweepers and lite traffic so its a favorite road of mine when going north. Then I have to negotiate a bit of traffic near Highlands ranch and up hwy 470 into the mountains. I decided to take the Morrison Exit and try either Lookout Mountain or head up Golden Gate Canyon - this time it was Lookout Mountain, I was sort of making it up on the fly as I went along. Lookout Mountain is my old bicycling haunt from my days while I was working at Coors, its a killer ride and all uphill - I don't think I could do it today If I had to, not quite there yet! I saw a whole bunch of riders doing it though and wished I was in shape enough to be there doing it as well. 30 more lbs and I will be able to do it! On this day I would do it on the Veefalo instead.
I took a video from the gateway to the top at the Lookout Mountain State Park, getting past riders, the guy in the green jacket actually pretty much astounded me with how far he had gotten in the short time it took me to set up my camera, some 3 miles at least and up to the gateway from the turn off at hwy 6! Amazing I thought. I took the first two turns slow then got more comfortable as I went up further, till I was doing well, I made some gearing mistakes and took the tight 15mph marked hairpins in the wrong gear so I lugged it a bit on one or two. Still enjoyed it though and then got off at the top and hiked over a rock outcropping for an overview of the road for the pictures below.
Lookout Mountain - Golden Colorado
Lookout Mountain Park top of the mountain
From there I headed up interstate 70 to Idaho Springs for a beer at the Tommy-knockers brewery, I was the only customer in the joint - slow day for them so they treated me like a king! I got a nice tour of the place sort of impromptu, they made me a nice Pastrami sandwich on rye and with the brown ale it was fantastic. I must say the beer is much better there than in the bottles - its always good at the brewery. I am glad I stopped
Tommy-knockers Brewpub Idaho Springs
Idaho Springs Colorado
Mashtuns and fermenters
Rows of fermenters
I finished my lunch and since the road to Mount Evans is right there I headed up Squaw pass hoping to get in some nice pictures I wasn't expecting what I found, ICE IN ALL THE SHADY PARTS
Icy patches on Squaw Pass definitely taking it easy on that road
There were some section where the ice covered the whole road for 300 yards or so I had to roll through it with my legs out to help keep the bike from sliding and falling over, I took it real slow. A Ford pickup was right behind me so I pulled over to let him pass but the guy was going slower then even I was so I pressed on - in places where I could see I just cut over to the oncoming lane and out of the ice where the sun was shining on the road more, but some places there was not alternative so I just had to go slow, good thing it wasn't slick but rather they tossed some gravel over the worst parts so I had some traction!
I did stop for pictures in all the best spots
Echo Lake at Mount Evans showing off my new plate
Elephant Butte Park and Denver
Veefalo on Squaw Pass
My route A is home B is Tommy-knockers
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
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: