Hit a couple Motrin with my coffee, did some redneck yoga, and hopped on the bike mid morning headed due east. A little windy but otherwise near perfect conditions. My arthritic left hand gave me a break for a change and I was able to put on another hundred miles of pure bliss. So many great roads only 30 minutes away. Gotta love it.

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Riding a motorcycle in the fall of Korea and looking at the beautiful autumn leaves and the sea.

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Happy New Year All,

I hope that 2021 brings each of you many happy miles of riding, be it on a CB1100 or otherwise. If you've set your riding boots aside, then I'll simply wish you a year filled with good times and good health.

All the best,
Bill

Let's everybody congratulate my wife for getting back on. After her crash in July, she's been on a long schedule of recovery, bike repairs and waiting for the weather to clear up, and today, on the first day of 2021, she finally took a ride with me to get some ice cream.

So I have the left outer cylinder, if sitting on the bike, running rich. I just installed a full Delkevic exhaust, stock air filter, PCV with the yoshi map. At first I ran the stock map and didn't have the O2 sensor installed and went for a quick ride. Obviously the check engine light was on, but the bike ran better than stock. After returning, I noticed 3 of the 4 headers had changed to the bronze color, but the one was still silver and new looking. I pulled the plug and it was dark brown and shiny, the others a nice light tan. I next put the O2 sensor in and went for a ride. On the highway, the lower end felt fat or blah, but the top end was much better and was able to pull 90mph with relative ease. The stock bike could hardly hit 80mph. I live at 5300'. After returning, the one pipe was still silver showing it was still running rich. I then loaded the yoshi map and it made the lower end much better and very responsive, but the upper end was back to blah. The 2 maps are very different and the yoshi one takes fuel away which is the opposite of what I'd expect? Dynojet is of little help other than trying to sell an auto tune. Anyways, sorry for the winded story, but does anyone know why one cylinder would be running rich? Could the power commander cause this or is the fuel injector need replaced? Could running without the O2 sensor have caused a single cylinder to run rich as a default kinda thing? Thanks for any and all help!

Hi guys,

I wince as I type this, as I am really not trying to open Pandora's Box regarding chain lubricants. I'm not looking for advice on what kind to use. I know everyone has their favorite lubricants, and that is great, but I'm looking for a specific answer if anyone can help.

For years, I used Maxima Chain Wax in the gold can. Had great luck with it, and didn't mind the minimal amount of mess that it made. But, I had read some reviews of Tirox Chain Wax, which were very, very good. I bought a few cans at a show pre-pandemic, and was very impressed with it.

I'm nearing the end of my last can of Tirox, and going online just now, am seeing that it is out of stock just about everywhere. Must have gone out of business.

So, I'll be going back to Maxima, my tried-and-true. However, Maxima also makes a Synthetic Chain Guard product in a silver can. My one and only question is, does anyone here use Maxima Synthetic Chain Guard, and if so, how messy is it?

Thank you!

I had an interesting lesson in aerodynamics this morning. One of my projects during the holiday week was to tune up my Givi V47 top box. Givi sent me a warranty replacement for a cracked piece of trim on the latch years ago, but I never bothered to replace it until last week. Doing so made the latch as stiff as it was when the box was new, which I didn't pay enough attention to.

Since my wife made some treats for me to take to work to hand out for New Years, I used the V47 today. I packed it with my lunch, wallet and the plate of treats. On top, I had a stack of loose paperwork I needed to take to the office. During my morning routine as I suited up in the garage, I gave the lid a push, turned the key, and put it in my pocket. I didn't push hard enough...

Once I got to the freeway, being New Year's Eve, the morning commute was extremely light, and I was going about 80 mph. A few miles in, a car pulled along to the right of me and was motioning. I thought it was a "Cool Bike" thumbs-up, until I caught my shadow on the road. The silhouette showed the lid to my Givi standing straight up.

With the light traffic, I was able to pull to the shoulder easily, stop, and wince as I walked back to see what was missing. Thankfully, only the papers had blown out, and my wallet, lunch and treats were secure. I reprinted the spreadsheets when I got to work. But I've been mulling the aerodynamics of the thing to think of how the air movement would lift the lid of my top box and keep it vertical while riding at speed.

Recently I was listening to a UK based motorcycle related podcast where they mostly answer questions from followers, and one of the questions that stirred my attention was:"what was your scariest moment on a motorcycle?"
It got me thinking, so listening to their answers, and after having a conversation with a few riding buddies about it, I realized that the majority of people would connect those moments with one of these two things.
Following a recent mishap that EmptySea had, I want to ask him if he was scared at the time and how it felt, but I want to ask others, too.
Being a health worker I have studied psychology and I'm well aware of what fear is and how it works from a scientific stand point, and being human, I have experienced the feeling of being scared numerous times, so I know as what is feels like to me. However I have noticed that what I perceive from this standpoint and "having a proper scare on a motorcycle", it was indeed when I managed to get out of a tricky situation, rather then when it ended messy.
Now I ride dirt as well as road bikes, and I drop bikes more than a regular person, so in that setup, the feeling has watered down a little, but still, I've noticed that when things actually go south it happens in such a manner that there is no time to be scared, while when things happen and I managed to work through them and save myself and my bike from a fall, I recall those moments are particularly scary.

Being an aspiring motovlogger, I want to do an in-depth video piece on this topic, so if you could recall your scariest moment on a motorcycle, and have an opinion on the topic I would highly appreciate your thoughts and feedback.

Thanks!

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I also decided to start with what I remember as one of my scariest moments:


- I remember a few years ago, I have had a Victory Vegas, and coming into a right turn I suddenly heard a scraping sound and lost my rear-end completely, I remember oversteering and after what felt like an eternity of struggle to regain control, I managed to stay on two wheels and continue on my way. After I've stopped and inspected the bike, I realized that I have leaned in so far that not only my feeler peg was broken, but I have deeply scraped to footpeg mount, which was effectively what got my rear wheel off the ground and took me into a slide.

A great scare is only surpassed by an overwhelming relief, so even if it did give me some skid marks in the old underwear and a few extra gray hairs, making it through was rewarding in its own way

'14 CB1100 STD 5 speed

For those of you who do not follow the "Today's Weather" thread, I dropped my bike yesterday at about 4:45 in the middle of a.... well, the beginning of a snow storm. Thank you for all the kind and encouraging comments made in that thread (Ferret/Cormanus: feel free to move the comments in that thread over to this one, if you can or want to).

Snow was in the forecast, so I can't use surprise as an explanation of why I was out riding on icy roads, but as you will see, I will use surprise as part of the explanation. Yes, it was supposed to snow about 1-5" overnight starting at about 4:00pm local time Tuesday. Yes, the forecast was clear that the snowfall would be heavy at times. And finally, yes, I was aware of this and had planned my day accordingly. I could have taken my Jeep to work as my friend Cormanus suggested, but it was a beautiful winter morning, the streets were dry at 8:00am and were not expected to get wet until after 4:00. I'm lucky enough to own my own business so I just decided to skip lunch and leave at 4:00 unless the storm came in earlier, in which case I would leave work earlier.

Morning Glory


3:45pm - The weather radar predicted snow starting at 4:00.

4:05pm - At my bike strapping my gear bag to my rack when I noticed the first little snakes of snow starting to blow across the asphalt parking lot, reminding me a bit of how sea-foam chases its host wave as it recedes across the sand. Still, though, the ground was dry and the snow was light and I decided to take a longer loop home; about 10 miles (or about 1/2 hour). I'd probably run into deteriorating conditions, I thought, but they won't be that bad in a half-hour and I can probably capture some nice photos. I was correct only about the photos.

4:14pm - This is Campground Road. It's about 1 mile from my office. A couple of things to notice: 1) My trip odo is at 14 miles (which includes the roughly 13 miles I did before work) 2) My clock is not set to the correct time so ignore it 3) the roadbed had less snow on it than it appears in the photo (which still appears to be a light dusting). The reflection from my head light makes it look worse than it was and you will see in later photos what "worse" really looks like.



4:24pm - Arrived at Beck Lake. I've been posting some pictures of the lake to this forum over the last few weeks and thought adding a couple more while it was snowing would offer a nice contrast to the earlier photo-posts.

The snow on the instrument cluster is very light and airy. Not at all the kind of snow that typically falls or accumulates quickly.



Like in the Campground Road photo, it might appear that the road is slick here, but actually there was almost no snow at all on it. In fact, less snow here than on Campground Road 10 minutes and 4 miles earlier



Those that know me might see a look of surprise in my eyes in this photo. When I looked at my phone/viewfinder in selfie mode, I noticed for the first time that conditions were noticeably worse than just one minute ago. Part of that may be the depth of field defaults on my camera in selfie mode versus those in regular mode. I don't know, but it suddenly looked pretty bad. So, yes, I actually was surprised.



4:29pm - East River Road/Central Road intersection. This is a triggered light and I wound up stuck here for a solid 3 minutes, enough time to take my last photo of the ride. You can plainly see that the roads are now much more covered and that the snow is coming down faster. At this point I'm almost exactly 6 miles and on a better day, 15 minutes from home.



4:40pm (approximate) - I turned left off of Potter Road and onto Busse Hwy., which is a highway in name only with a speed limit of 35mph. The left turn was easy enough, although the rear tire slipped enough to catch my attention, and then I proceeded slowly on Busse. I noticed that the car behind me had dropped well back when I fishtailed at the intersection and I recall thinking he or she was very considerate. That's the last thought I had before the bike slid out from under me to the right. I do not recall doing anything in particular to cause this, but I'm sure I did something.

I believe that my left knee hit the ground first. I guess I can tell people that I've "dragged a knee" on my CB1100. My knee hit hard, it's swollen and has a half-dollar shaped scrape on it, but interestingly enough my Levis don't have a mark on them.

My shoulder hit next, then my head. The thud I heard in my helmet upon impact scared me more than anything else that had happened on this ride. I wondered all the things one wonders when they see an NFL football player's head bounce off the turf after a particularly violent tackle. We all know what those thoughts are and they are too fresh in my mind to articulate them precisely at this time. I will just say that I remained conscious and coherent throughout and the paramedics that arrived in short order left the option of going to the hospital up to me. I opted have Cheryl pick me up.

The panic that came with the thud in my helmet was quickly squelched by the pain in my knee and the worry that I was going to get run over while laying in the street. At least four people stopped to help. One was named Jose and he called 911. Another was named Adrian, and he used to right a Nighthawk I think he said as helped me upright my bike. Adrian lives across the street from where I fell and offered his garage to store my bike. I took him on the offer, but the police said it was too slippery to walk the bike across the street and instead, they parked it in Burchard's Cleaners' parking lot while the paramedics took a look at me in the ambulance.



Jose and others, including a lovely young woman who was on the verge of tears from watching this happen (I think she may have been in the car that backed off at the intersection) told me to lay down and not move. I know that that is great advice, but I was freezing. I thought it was shock, but no, it was flipping cold out and I just spent a good minute rolling around on ice. I asked to get into Jose's vehicle to warm up, but he didn't respond. I thought he didn't hear me, but today as I replay this, it was Covid19 that caused him to balk at the idea. And the lovely young women who was asking if I was OK and telling me to lay down did so from a distance. Everyone but Adrian was far away. Adrian had on a mask and I had on my helmet, so it was safe for both of us. He let me sit in the back seat of his car, but by then the paramedics arrived and that was the last I saw of any of them. The others were right for keeping their distance and even at a distance, they calmed me with their expressions of concern and, as it turns out, blocking the lane so that I would not get run over -- didn't notice that until I was walking to the ambulance. I am grateful to all of them for helping me.

5:00PM (precisely) - Phoned Cheryl. Told her I dropped the bike, but I was fine and asked her to come pick me up. While we waited for her, one of the paramedics said that he used to have a bike. He then told me that he replied to the dispatcher with, "Did you say 'motorcycle'?". I explained to him the circumstances as described above and he suggested that I should not ride in a snow storm again.

Cheryl arrived and gave me "the look" and, no, not the look of a person happy to see her husband is alive and relatively unharmed. It was more of the "what were you thinking?" look. She would never admit this, but I think that one of the reasons that she doesn't worry about my safety when I go riding alone is because she can trust that I will make prudent decisions when I'm out there. On the rare occasion that I make a bad choice AND she finds out about that bad choice, it erodes some of that trust away to reveal the worry it was encasing. And so, I got "the look".

5:28pm - Iced knee (won't share the photo). Took some Aleve.

6:30pm - Met another couple for dinner and drinks. In a ventilated tent. Had a great time. Got "the look" from both of them, too.

Smoked Old Fashioned


Update as of 2:55pm Wednesday: My left shoulder is sore now, but the swelling seems to be subsiding on my knee. A friend's brother has a law practice that specializes in motorcycle liability claims. As a community service, they will dispatch a motorcycle tow vehicle for a bike involved in a crash and there is no charge to the rider. I contacted them and they towed my bike to my garage.






As far as I can tell, the left engine guard took the biggest hit, but saved my shift lever and my left peg as well as the engine cover itself. The only other thing I see damaged is the instrument cluster. Honda dealer's closed until Jan 5, so my New Year's ride is not happening. But that's OK, it's supposed to snow that day and as you all know, I never ride in snow.

Following on from my BikeVis LED bullet video here is the longer install video to include a switched relay triggered from the Honda supply behind the left hand panel. Thanks to those who helped me find the switched live and the wiring diagram.

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