getting bored.pissing cats and dogs in delhi.But,I did do some smart spending.I bought me a brand new pirelli scorpion MT tyre for the bike.Rear wheel,110/90/18.Soft rubber.The rolling frame is ready.flat black paint(i know it's ghetto,but cool in an 80's kinda way) with one russian federation star on either side of the gas tank.Now,to figure out exhaust pipes.I did see some cheap DG pipes on ebay and am kinda hoping I can get something like them.Ron refuses to do pipes for now(read,eternity).So,I'm going to have to resort to something else.I've got 2 crates of motul 800,2 liters of motomix and about 7k for gas money.I'm pretty much set for 2 months of riding.
I'll be taking it easy on the bike for about 2 days or so,running her in on ring road.lots of flyovers and sweeping turns.I'm still trying to decide if i need to throw high test fuel into her or not.I'll avoid detonation for sure,but considering she's going to be breathing with 28 mm mik flatslides with powerjets,bigger reeds and uni filters,I'm worried about how much ignition advance she'll be willing to take.i'm hoping all she will do is offer a fouled plug in protest,considering how foulmouthed she was.
the wait is torture,but,as the old saw goes,everything good comes with time.On that note,I say goodnight to my loving readers and hello to my alprax.
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Sunday, July 19, 2009
Depression days.
Well,it's been a long time.Commitments at work,including bizzare work hours and keeping up with the parents during the day has started taking it's toll.I'm grouchier,nastier and generally spend my waking hours in a foul-bordering-on-pissed-off mood.
2 weeks ago,I celebrated my 28th birthday.Total downer.No girlfriend,no bike,quit booze(long story) ,almost turned vegan(I though it had something to do with Las Vegas,but we'll get to that) ,friends were at work and to make things funnier,I was wide awake with nothing to do.
When a person tries quantifying what he/she has achieved at the grand age of 28 on said individual's birthday,it generally leads to disaster which could cause bouts of depression resulting in temporary insanity.
It's going to be a year and a half of no bike.I'm driving a new Wagon R(nicknamed the Nerdmobile) by me and I've started hating it.It's a nice,quiet,comfortable and boring car.Nothing like the old souped up 800 of yore,which used to run a blatty exhaust,free flow filter,dropped head and body panels which would be hanging on by some unknown law of physics.It was crude,loud,agile and a complete hoot to drive.I had many happy memories in that car.First necking session.First speeding ticket at 138 kph in front of a hospital.First major accident in which the floor got ripped open.Blasting down the road in front of the lotus temple at 2 am with the rear end fishtailing around corners.Pitching it wide and barelling up a dirt road sideways,like Tony Pond in one of the great lakes rallies.
Sigh...all the fun thingsI used to do have been away from me for so long,that I'm beginning to get worried if I'll ever be able to do crazy ass shit again.Maybe it's a sign of aging.I'm definitely crabbier and I keep on lusting after things I'm not supposed to do for all practical purposes.Like get piss drunk and drive down to Rishikesh to get high on some good hash.Then stop by a sugarcane farm and buy a kilo of fresh,hot jaggery and eat that on the way back home.Like listening to metallica at earsplitting volume while gargling with beer and cigar smoke,trying to sound like Hetfield.Or that one night of unlimited drinking resulting in me waking up in bed with the office whore with "Stud muffin" written on my chest in red lipstick.
You know.Crazy,fun shit with not an iota of thought spent on the possible consequences.
That's when I start thinking,the Rd will come back and chaos will rule again.Girls will start calling .Dope will show up in the mail.Alcohol will be administered by IV,the Rishikesh cops will start calling home.The Doon sugarcane farmers will rejoice.The mind will be at peace for it will be too tired to think.Brain dead riding for the last 300 kms.The word "smashed" will take on a much more peaceful meaning.
Ron,I hope your reading this,becuase I need my bike.Bad.Just like that fucked up offspring song.
2 weeks ago,I celebrated my 28th birthday.Total downer.No girlfriend,no bike,quit booze(long story) ,almost turned vegan(I though it had something to do with Las Vegas,but we'll get to that) ,friends were at work and to make things funnier,I was wide awake with nothing to do.
When a person tries quantifying what he/she has achieved at the grand age of 28 on said individual's birthday,it generally leads to disaster which could cause bouts of depression resulting in temporary insanity.
It's going to be a year and a half of no bike.I'm driving a new Wagon R(nicknamed the Nerdmobile) by me and I've started hating it.It's a nice,quiet,comfortable and boring car.Nothing like the old souped up 800 of yore,which used to run a blatty exhaust,free flow filter,dropped head and body panels which would be hanging on by some unknown law of physics.It was crude,loud,agile and a complete hoot to drive.I had many happy memories in that car.First necking session.First speeding ticket at 138 kph in front of a hospital.First major accident in which the floor got ripped open.Blasting down the road in front of the lotus temple at 2 am with the rear end fishtailing around corners.Pitching it wide and barelling up a dirt road sideways,like Tony Pond in one of the great lakes rallies.
Sigh...all the fun thingsI used to do have been away from me for so long,that I'm beginning to get worried if I'll ever be able to do crazy ass shit again.Maybe it's a sign of aging.I'm definitely crabbier and I keep on lusting after things I'm not supposed to do for all practical purposes.Like get piss drunk and drive down to Rishikesh to get high on some good hash.Then stop by a sugarcane farm and buy a kilo of fresh,hot jaggery and eat that on the way back home.Like listening to metallica at earsplitting volume while gargling with beer and cigar smoke,trying to sound like Hetfield.Or that one night of unlimited drinking resulting in me waking up in bed with the office whore with "Stud muffin" written on my chest in red lipstick.
You know.Crazy,fun shit with not an iota of thought spent on the possible consequences.
That's when I start thinking,the Rd will come back and chaos will rule again.Girls will start calling .Dope will show up in the mail.Alcohol will be administered by IV,the Rishikesh cops will start calling home.The Doon sugarcane farmers will rejoice.The mind will be at peace for it will be too tired to think.Brain dead riding for the last 300 kms.The word "smashed" will take on a much more peaceful meaning.
Ron,I hope your reading this,becuase I need my bike.Bad.Just like that fucked up offspring song.
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Still going on!
Phew,It's been a hectic few months,what with the recession and the other palaver.My rolling frame is ready,will be adding pics shortly.Now to score some rearsets, tyres and a seat and I should be pretty much set.
I got an interesting call from Ron today.Mostly filled with invective and something about thermocol beads running around the house and landing in his fishtank,the neighbours' house and infiltrating his living room and something about rooting around in a bucket for carb parts.
I managed not to laugh,but had to give in because my lungs were about to explode.
It was just too funny for words.To make matters interesting,he kept on ranting about having little balls all over the place.
The fact of the matter is that I prefer packaging delicate parts in thermocol beads from my deflated bean bag.If that thing can cushion my butt,why can't it cushion a few parts?
Using this deadly logic,I forgot to warn him the first time I sent my bike's crank to him.
Result:complete pandemonium when the crank was fished out.Except this time the fishtank wasn't setup.It led to a few laughs initially,with Ron getting his maid to clean up and the Mrs looking on with a benevolent(if slightly irritated) eye.
When the second package was opened,old Ron didn't have any warnings then as well.Except this time it was opened up outside with a mild breeze and I had taken the liberty of compressing it a little this time.
Result:One invective filled phone call that left me holding onto my ribs for the better part of the day.
You haven't truly lived until you've sent the old man a parcel packaged like that.
I got an interesting call from Ron today.Mostly filled with invective and something about thermocol beads running around the house and landing in his fishtank,the neighbours' house and infiltrating his living room and something about rooting around in a bucket for carb parts.
I managed not to laugh,but had to give in because my lungs were about to explode.
It was just too funny for words.To make matters interesting,he kept on ranting about having little balls all over the place.
The fact of the matter is that I prefer packaging delicate parts in thermocol beads from my deflated bean bag.If that thing can cushion my butt,why can't it cushion a few parts?
Using this deadly logic,I forgot to warn him the first time I sent my bike's crank to him.
Result:complete pandemonium when the crank was fished out.Except this time the fishtank wasn't setup.It led to a few laughs initially,with Ron getting his maid to clean up and the Mrs looking on with a benevolent(if slightly irritated) eye.
When the second package was opened,old Ron didn't have any warnings then as well.Except this time it was opened up outside with a mild breeze and I had taken the liberty of compressing it a little this time.
Result:One invective filled phone call that left me holding onto my ribs for the better part of the day.
You haven't truly lived until you've sent the old man a parcel packaged like that.
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Sunday, November 9, 2008
Still going on.....er....strong!
Well,it's been a rough couple of months.Odd hours on shift,then the girlfriend and then the parents.It's like a rotational thing.Works perfectly for me.Dedicate time in required quantities as per preset slots.
Onto the bike.Well,Ron's been busy and has been calling at random to let me know that he'll start working on it sometime soon.So far,we've been able to decide on what parts are needed and how much all this is costing me.I've decided to go in for Wisecos,which are the BEST pistons you can buy,a pair of used TZR250SS carbs (From you guessed it,a Yamaha TZR 250,a wild little replica racer with lights), a Wiseco spec crank,RDD ignition(the most advanced ignition for a 2 stroke),reeds,UNI filters and head work.
We're targetting realtime speeds of close to 160 kph with power characteristics to match.The papers finally got sorted out(there is a god) and I'm sourcing suspension parts locally.
Only a few more months to go and I'll have one wild little bike back with me.Just thinking about that crisp 2 stroke exhaust note turning into a shrill scream with the tach bouncing around the 9000 rpm mark.The headlight pointing skyward while holding on for dear life.The smell and clouds of burnt 2stroke oil lingering in the winter air,proof that a fire breathing oil burner just went past and not too slowly either.Sigh.All this waiting is driving me up the wall.I think I'll go play with my carbs or new spark plugs or watch Kenny Roberts Sr and relive the glory days when 2 strokes were a way of life.
Will add some pictures of the goodies soon.
Onto the bike.Well,Ron's been busy and has been calling at random to let me know that he'll start working on it sometime soon.So far,we've been able to decide on what parts are needed and how much all this is costing me.I've decided to go in for Wisecos,which are the BEST pistons you can buy,a pair of used TZR250SS carbs (From you guessed it,a Yamaha TZR 250,a wild little replica racer with lights), a Wiseco spec crank,RDD ignition(the most advanced ignition for a 2 stroke),reeds,UNI filters and head work.
We're targetting realtime speeds of close to 160 kph with power characteristics to match.The papers finally got sorted out(there is a god) and I'm sourcing suspension parts locally.
Only a few more months to go and I'll have one wild little bike back with me.Just thinking about that crisp 2 stroke exhaust note turning into a shrill scream with the tach bouncing around the 9000 rpm mark.The headlight pointing skyward while holding on for dear life.The smell and clouds of burnt 2stroke oil lingering in the winter air,proof that a fire breathing oil burner just went past and not too slowly either.Sigh.All this waiting is driving me up the wall.I think I'll go play with my carbs or new spark plugs or watch Kenny Roberts Sr and relive the glory days when 2 strokes were a way of life.
Will add some pictures of the goodies soon.
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Still going on
I'm thinking of selling a few parts to save a few pints of blood.Mohith called this morning(I had barely woken up) and was asking me about the gas tank,2T oil tank and the free flow muffler I sawed off the automech system I had.Had a quick smoke,ran to the room where all the stuff is in situ,cleant the dust off(In Delhi,dust gets in everywhere.beware crack o' yo ass disease.) and take a few pics with the trusty Motorola.
Ran down to the Alto and took picks of the muffler in the boot.Uploaded to pc and forwarded.
Still wondering what I should do to this bike.Get an all powerful,high revving 2 stroke that can shoot down roads at the speed of sound?or get LT barrels and go for the combo setup ,which turns it into a 2 wheeled tractor with a top end that can easily swing up til 9000 rpm?
I miss the dumb old days,when I would speak to a "specialist" and say,"take my money,just make it run,please!!"
Ran down to the Alto and took picks of the muffler in the boot.Uploaded to pc and forwarded.
Still wondering what I should do to this bike.Get an all powerful,high revving 2 stroke that can shoot down roads at the speed of sound?or get LT barrels and go for the combo setup ,which turns it into a 2 wheeled tractor with a top end that can easily swing up til 9000 rpm?
I miss the dumb old days,when I would speak to a "specialist" and say,"take my money,just make it run,please!!"
Thursday, February 21, 2008
It continues!
Okay,now that we've got the basics clear,time to move onto the nitty-gritty.Block and tranny is to be sorted down south.what else is there?suspension and brakes.the two things a bike needs to use it's power and speed in a manner that doesn't kill the rider.
Thought of a few ideas such as a tzr setup(fr and rear) from mumbai.Spoke to Atul,he says no go.
Gives me number of one Tejinder who is purported to be a 2 stroke runner.I thank god and pray Atul drowns in the best weed this side of manali.Teji's good.
The duo suggested a P220 setup front and stock setup rear.Now,Tejinder here is bonkers as far as I can tell.Has all the schematics figured out and has access to a CAD/CAM guy who charges beer as fees.In Delhi,the worst I can get billed is 2k for a flower all job.After a series of marathon calls,a quick feed for my orphaned squirrels and dinner,I start calculating what I can afford without pushing this to ludicrous proportions.
Block ,tranny,fuelling,ignition:Big man(safe side 80-85k)
Brakes,suspension:Atul,Tejinder,Abhishek(slinghsot)
Cosmetic bits:me(no hayabhosda,dootatti,randy1 or neenja).i'm still thinking.
As far as lighting goes,i have Arjun and Shyam for the HIDs.But i'm putting a spin on it.I like the late 90's BMW light setup.Slightly oddball looking,but if i can replicate even 50% of that design i'll be happy.
BTW,the Dropkick Murphys rock!!
Thought of a few ideas such as a tzr setup(fr and rear) from mumbai.Spoke to Atul,he says no go.
Gives me number of one Tejinder who is purported to be a 2 stroke runner.I thank god and pray Atul drowns in the best weed this side of manali.Teji's good.
The duo suggested a P220 setup front and stock setup rear.Now,Tejinder here is bonkers as far as I can tell.Has all the schematics figured out and has access to a CAD/CAM guy who charges beer as fees.In Delhi,the worst I can get billed is 2k for a flower all job.After a series of marathon calls,a quick feed for my orphaned squirrels and dinner,I start calculating what I can afford without pushing this to ludicrous proportions.
Block ,tranny,fuelling,ignition:Big man(safe side 80-85k)
Brakes,suspension:Atul,Tejinder,Abhishek(slinghsot)
Cosmetic bits:me(no hayabhosda,dootatti,randy1 or neenja).i'm still thinking.
As far as lighting goes,i have Arjun and Shyam for the HIDs.But i'm putting a spin on it.I like the late 90's BMW light setup.Slightly oddball looking,but if i can replicate even 50% of that design i'll be happy.
BTW,the Dropkick Murphys rock!!
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