Steve Smith from Adventuremoto Sponsors Me!

Every year you have a birthday, like every other year mine came along on the same day. Birthdays are something I like to go past with out a fuss, not because I have issues with coming to terms with being a year older but because, I personally do not like the forced attention it brings you. I was quite happy to follow suit once again. However, under some pressure from my close friends, I organised drinks at a tapa bar located in South Bank.


I have never been one for receiving gifts. I am incredibly fussy and I dislike it when people’s response to an invite to a birthday party, is to automatically proceed to purchase a gift with no meaning or thought to it. When given such a present, I never know how to receive it or how to give the appropriate response back. Therefore, I have completely given up on the idea of giving and receiving.


As we all sat down together, Mel handed me a white envelope, which contained several folded pieces of paper. Pulling it out and unfolding them, they opened out to a cartoon called ‘After a Year of Cushions…’ and return tickets to Sydney.

Mels cartoon – After a year of cushions



Earlier in the year, I had to get tough and explained to all my friends who are widely scattered around New Zealand and Australia that I couldn’t visit anyone as I was putting all my money towards my trip.
Therefore, Mel thought she would allow me that pleasure, before I leave Australia to see my friends in Sydney.


With one week until Mel and I get on that plane, I emailed Steve from Adventuremoto.com. I had meet Steve at the Horizons Unlimited meeting in Noosa. Steve and Lance (from Trailzone Magazine) had driven all the way up the coast to have a trade display of all their products.


After the Horizons Unlimited meeting, I approached Steve, asking him for his support in my adventure. At first, I was a bit shy about asking him, since he was a person I knew. I was blown away when the reply came back with ‘of course, but maybe you should change your name to cheekymonkey’.


An old friend, who I hadn’t seen since my first trip to Laos, picked us up from the airport. We narrowly escaped our death on the way to Steve’s warehouse. Getting lost was also part of the fun! I saw more of Sydney then I had ever seen before. Blair hadn’t changed a bit over the years!


Arriving at our destination in one piece, we stood outside the large green shed. With a quick glimpse, I could see it was full of bikes, tires, shelves packed full of the different products. Steve greeted me with a huge warm hug and a kiss on the cheek. After making the introductions to Mel and Blair, he dragged me inside.


Pulling a pannier frame out of a box and placing it onto the bench, he shows me how the ‘Wolfman’ panniers system clips simply onto the pannier. Just to show me the bags capabilities, he adjusting the straps to get the perfect fit. Trying to twist the panniers off the rack, I gave up when I could not find any movement. It was then I made my mind up.


Wolfman Pannier System

 My previous panniers had only one horizontal adjustment. Every morning I would attach it to my pannier frame perfectly only to find it slips a few hours latter and then the panniers would then move. Every time I it a bump they would fly upwards like a pair of wings on the back of my motorcycle. Over time, the panniers started to rip and I then had a weekly pain-staking task of sowing them up.


Steve moved around the warehouse filling up a huge cardboard box full of tank bags, panniers, duffle bag, tool roll, toolbox, medical dog tags, fuel bladder, drink bottle holders, a tee shirt, and a hat. I couldn’t help wondering how I was going to get all of this stuff back to Brisbane in my carry on luggage!

A Duffle bag to match the DR!


I carrying the ‘Wolfman’ duffle bag stuffed full, into the domestic airport. I was trying to stand up straight and make it seam weightless and small. All so, I didn’t have to pay for extra luggage. Mel wasn’t helping, she keep glancing at me sideways and telling me to stand straighten up, while laughing.

Whats in the goodies bag??



Slipping past the airhostess checking tickets a luggage, I was on the plane with my overloaded bag. Plonking my self down into my allocated seat, I hand Mel the duffle bag to put into the overhead compartment. As the weight transferred completely into her hands, she almost drops it!

My adventuremoto gear!



Sitting back into the seat, I couldn’t help smiling. I was lucky and was able to have an awesome birthday. I was able to spend time with many of my friends spread over two cities. I got to spend some time with Steve from ‘Adventuremoto’, and get fully equipped with the gear I need for my trip. I hope that I can return the favour by help him out with his next project.

me and my bike showing off my new teeshirt.



Mel, you’re amazing, thank you so much for making the Sydney weekend possible.

The Pannier Frame Design



Last adventures pannier frame
Ever since coming back from my last adventure, I have been contemplating why my frame didn’t fail but my pannier bags did. Most people complained about how they had to weld their rack up several times over the course of their journey. However, I had absolutely no trouble at all with my rack. It held up against all odds, several big crashes, people pulling and lifting the bike from it and of course the day to day extreme use over a variety of unpredictable terrains. 
I have to remember, when I first set out on my last adventure. I only had just learnt how to ride a motorcycle and got my motorcycle licence. Over a course of six months, I learnt how to maintain my motorcycle, and design and build my pannier racks and toolbox. Therefore, right from the start I knew I would probably be able to develop my design at the later date.

Completely happy that the rack did not fail, I knew the construction and design was good. The fact that it caused stain on my pannier bags at a particular area was an issue. I asked several people for their comments on the bags, no one had any complains about my issue. I then sat down and drew a diagram trying to work out the loading on the bags. It was then suddenly clear, that my old panniers had been tappers outwards to clear the muffler and toolbox. I also had made them too narrow and too short. Which means it didn’t support the entire width of the bag. 



The top image shows the area of strain. The lower image shows the way the bags hang and want to pull down towards the rear wheel.
I started sketching out my ideas trying to develop on my existing design and incorporate extra storage for tools and spare parts. If I can remove that particular, weight and bulk out of my pannier bags. I would hope that it will lessen the wear on the bags.



Rear and front pannier and tool box design, based on my old rack design.



Study looking into where I could put the extra storage.

One of my major dislikes to my old tool box location was that, every time I got a flat tire, I had to laid my bike on it side to fix it. If I didn’t remember to remove my tire changing tools before hand I would struggle to get them out. I needed to find a more convenient place to store them. I started thinking about storing them on my front fender. Which means that no matter how I put my bike down I will be able to access my most used tools. 


Front toolbox for storing tyre changing gear and a spare tube.
While I was trying to work out the best pannier system, I had to think about the best material to make it out off. I could use the same 12 mm steel square hollow section. Even though this section had a small curve on the corners, I still I wrapped it in rags and electrical tapped to stop any wear on the panniers it self. Once a month I found myself tidying up the ragged ends, trying to make my bike look more presentable. Even thought this was relatively low maintenance schedule I still didn’t want to have that chore again.



Len and I spied two tatty old fold up chairs, where the material had faded badly, and border lining tearing apart the next time someone sat down on it. Removing the fabric, we get the testing of the steel underway. To test the metal, we go through several very scientific tests. We begin by squashing one end in the vice, followed by a welding test then we heat it up with our gar torch and bend it. After these tests, we conclude that the metal would be perfect for my pannier frame.



First design of rear pannier frame using the existing rear rack as a connection point.


Starting from starch, I looked at changing my design all together. Using the existing rear rack, I thought I would add to it. Taking a rectangle and then connecting the rectangle up to the bike, in the most appropriate places. To make sure the rack didn’t collapse when hit on the corner, I added corner braces. This was my first design, which used less material and could support my panniers. 


Design Two – By making each corner curved for strength which means I can remove the angle brace


I then thought about how I could loose some more weight out of my rack. By curving each end, I found I could remove the angle brace since the curves will take place of that. The only issue now was how I curve the metal. After much discussion, my uncle finally agreed with my theory of heating it with our gas torch.  


Using a thick builders pencil to drawing out the design, at a one to one scale on piece of used particleboard. We now had a template of the major part of the pannier. We will use this to hold the bent pipe to and compare the curve. Locking one end of the pipe into the vice, we heat the metal one inch a time bending consistently until we got a half circle. Repeating this action four times, we now had all the bits to make each side.
After allowing the pieces to cool, I place them into ‘best fit’ pairs and laid them on the template. From there I decided where to cut them to length. I mark them and lock one into the vice. Picking up the grinder, I use it to put it down to length. Once I had cut all four pieces, we insert a joining rod inside the tube and my uncle Len spot-welds them together.


Using our trusty sky hooks (a piece of bent wire hooked over my bike seat), I positioned it against the bike. Measuring from the ‘O’ shape to the sub frame connection points, we cut and file down the ends to ensure the best possible fit to the ‘O’ and the motorcycle. Len also welded these onto the ‘O’ shape and we fitted it into position using sock head cap screws.


Before I can work on the other side I have to first work out how I was going to do my rear tool/spare parts box. I had made an aluminium box several months earlier, but I personally wasn’t completely sold on the idea. As most of you would know, aluminium is a very soft metal, which when rubbed often it can wear through. It has also been known to crack. To find someone who is skilled to weld aluminium is generally very difficult. I would like to explore other options before I can carry on with the rest of my pannier rack. 



Open Heart Surgery on the DR 350


Looking at my newly acquired DR350, I feel a bit worried. After the oil incident, I think I might have made a mistake and should have kept on hunting for a bit longer. Shelving those feelings for a bit, I settle down to the relaxing task of removing the plastics, stripping it down to the main structure, and exposing its engine. Then sitting down on an empty wooden nail box, my eyes bore holes in the engine as time fell away. I had not moved but in my head, I have formed a rough plan of attack.

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With a week to fine-tune my plan, I was back kneeling next to my motorcycle. Below me, I line my tools up with high hope of sustaining tidiness. Piece by piece I strip the engine down. Removing each piece with total care, while paying attention to every detail. I slid each bolt into its corresponding hole on a piece of cardboard mapped out to match the true location of the engine. Removing in the only order possible, working from the top down, I removed the head cover, the head, piston cylinder and the piston head and any everything else attached or in the way of the deconstruction.




 



Starting on the lower end of the engine, I remove the clutch cover to expose the clutch and lower cam chain sprocket. Giving my self a small treat, I pull out the impact driver, removing all the tiny bolts to release the clutch basket in no time at all. With one quick glance, I could see that the pervious owner told the truth and had replaced the clutch and basket recently.


Putting it aside I reach for the large socket and the half-inch drive placing it on the cam chain nut, I start to turn it counter clockwise. Failing to turn anything but all the cogs, I jam a screwdriver into between the oil pump drive gear and the cam chain sprockets. With one heave on the drive, I see the spanner fly out and skid across the workshop floor. Laughing I pick it up and replace it back in between the teeth, I try again. Again, it flies out with an odd pining sound. Frowning I look at the oil pump sprocket to discover I had broken one of the teeth off. Annoyed at myself for breaking the sprocket unnecessarily, I pulled out the impact driver out again. Within seconds, the nut was off the shaft and I was able to remove the cogs and sprockets.

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On sunday, I laid every useable part out on the workbench. With the workshop manual turned to the correct tables, I settle down to accurately measure the wear on the parts using my uncle’s trusty callipers. I found that each piece was just past the worn specification stated in the book, which isn’t good enough for a long journey like mine.

With all the fairings in one corner, engine bits in another and no new parts were expected to arrive for a few weeks, I have to go on with other things. Len shows me how to remove my valves using a home made ‘G’ clamp which was built for my last DR engine re-build. We squeeze the valve springs down to release the collars from their locked position, allow me to remove the valve steam. With my workshop manual open to right page, I measure everything using callipers. All the measurements were coming up well within the specification. 


Len spots tiny pitting around the valve head, which becomes more evident once we put it into the lathe and give it a good clean. After a quick trip to the auto shop, I now have cutting compound, which we lightly put on the valve head and reinstall into the shaft. Using a cordless drill, we turn the head backward and forwards letting the cutting compound grind a new flat surface. After a close inspection and a wipe down with a clean cloth. The valve head and seat come up like new. Now its time to re-install.

Setting the ‘G’ clamp into the vice, we balance the head in the clamp and wind down the top. Making sure the shaft slides through the two springs. Once we see the groove that the collars are mean to sit into we stop winding. With a collar in one hand and a small screwdriver in the other, I proceed to push it down into the tiny gap. Hoping it does not fall down too far or the process has to be repeated once again. This happen about four or five times before we finally got it to work and quickly wound the spring back out into the locked position. We repeated this for all four valves.


Moving down, I check the piston head and rings. The head has the usual carbon stuck to the top of the head but this time, it is malleable, therefore quite easy to clean off. Again using the callipers, I measure the piton head diameter, the piston ring grooves and compare the clearances permissible. I discovered that the top piston ring had lost its spring and had a larger gap then what is tolerable. Taking the bore, into the sunlight to inspect the possible wear, or not wear in this case. It even had the original cross-hatching of the factory honing. This meant I only had to give it a quick light swipe with a hone to ensure it was round and had no major pits. Setting up the hone in the power drill, we swipe the bottom of the cylinder just to check we are on the right path. Seeing that we were not taking too much off, we carry on completing the tidy up of the entire bore. I then clean out the bore using several paper towels until the towel showed no dirt.



Time is running out, I only have Len helping me for the next three weeks. I can only work on my motorcycle during the weekend so that leaves me only three weekends! I needed to write a list of all the items I required to do on my motorcycle and highlight exactly which tasks I really need his help. I head back to the city with my list of parts to buy, hoping I could get them for the following weekend. I ring my favourite motorcycle shop ‘Tyres for Bikes’. Calling then I discover that I now had to wait two to three weeks for some for some of the stuff to be sent from Japan! I swear they are strapping the individual parts on snails and sending them on their merry way overland to Australia. Little adventurous wee suckers – didn’t they know that the Vietnamese love snails!



Hunting Tigers








With Richie on a rented scooter, we headed out to a small village called Tayo, where we were told you could hear tigers at night. After a tough day riding the Ho Chi Minh trail made of stacked rocks packed with their ends facing up, through bull dust puddles and across disintegrating bridges we arrived completely worn down and fell into a deep sleep. In the morning, I asked Richie if he heard any tiger last night, he shook his head and said “did you?” I said “yeah, one that went meooowww.”

‘Say Cheese!’




Riding along the steeps of Mongolia, I spot a strange sight – it looked like a sheep was holding up the power pole with its own back. Getting close I could make out the sheep caught was between the metal straps that held the power pole into the ground. Calling Guillaume over, we decided that we should help free it. Straining, I squeeze the front legs through the straps one at a time, Guillaume around the back pulling just as hard as he could with out hurting the sheep. Looking up from my task, I crack out laughing I quickly dived into his pocket and pulled out his camera as it looked like Guillaume was shagging the sheep!