| Author | Message | ||
     Aaron |
Griz: well, y'know my friend, our next ride together is only a plane ride away! Bring the missus, too. Choose your bike. Sybren: excellent point! Rocket's bike, being a '98, shouldn't be an issue, he should have a cable driven speedo if it's like the US '98s. Maybe Peter can tell us what he did to correct the speedo on his M2 when he changed the gearing. Peter: that's a pretty good pic, huh? I was lucky to get a frame full of Badwebbers all at once. Like your caption  BTW ... these Buell things aren't altogether strange to me, I've ridden one or two. Rocketman: Damn nice bike fer sure ... but I'll withhold "World's Best' until I've ridden all of them Like I said, I could tell it was a good strong motor because it felt strong even though it's gearing was a mile high. Look at it this way ... your final drive is 1.9, right? Peter's is 2.26, so he's got 19% more gear reduction than you. So in other words, to get the same torque to the rear wheel, you would have to have 19% more torque at the engine! That's a bunch. Another way to look at it: By my calcs, at 6500rpm in 1st gear, Peter's bike (89hp)is putting about 700 ft/lbs at the back wheel, and yours (100hp) is putting 661 back there. Your bike has substantially more power, but actually has less torque at the rear wheel. You'd have to have 106hp just to match him. If you had the same gearing, you'd have 786 ft/lbs with your present motor. So I hop on this bike with this badass motor and ride it, but unfortunately, it's geared too tall and it's really tough to tell just how great the motor is and all that hot-dog motor work is going to waste! Fix it man, it'll be a hell of an arm yanker. Front brake works pretty good, though. AW | ||
| Rocketman |
Aaron : I'm gonna change the gearing for sure. I like that analogy, where's the formula for it ? Denish ? I'm gonna have to sit down and work out the favoured pulley combination because I want top end too, but ideally I want to have all the pulleys and try each configuration. I wouldn't mind a wheelie monster but I need 130+ for sure and as it is now it does 100mph at approximately 4000 revs which is great for long distance or motorway stuff which I do tend to do a bit of, all be it not much. Anyway, I'm looking for the arm stretching sensation and that elusive 10 second quarter. How was the "Smoke" mate ? Where did you get to ? Rocket in England | ||
| Stoef |
Rocky, why do you need 130+ on "the wrong side of the road"? It's much too dangerous for you! To slow you down it's much better to run the us gearing although you have to hang forward to keep your (very light carbon) frontwheel at the tarmac. To slow you down it's probably safer to give you a little parachute on your back. Stoef | ||
| Aaron |
Rocket: it's easy ... all the bikes have a 1.6 primary and a 2.69 first gear ... final drive on the euro gearing is 1.9 and final drive on the US gearing is 2.26. So overall drive ratios are: Euro: 1.6 * 2.69 * 1.9 = 8.18 US: 1.6 * 2.69 * 2.26 = 9.73 At 6500 rpm, the rear wheel rpm will be: Euro: 6500 / 8.18 = 795 rpm US: 6500 / 9.73 = 668 rpm Torque is (hp * 5252) / rpm, so torque at the rear wheel is: Rocket: (100 * 5252) / 795 = 661 ft/lbs. Peter: (89 * 5252) / 668 = 700 ft/lbs. 'Course, if you had the US gearing: (100 * 5252) / 668 = 786 ft/lbs. BTW, I noticed this morning on the way to work that 100mph is 4800 rpm with the US gearing (my M2). Course I could be wrong, it was hard to see the tach sitting backwards on the bars. Smoke? Never touch the stuff. AW | ||
| Court |
As a responsible citizen, grown up and guardian of the oberservance of and adherance to public laws, enacted by our rightfully choosen represenatives, for the higher purpose of protectiing it's citizenry....may I say... Buells make the nicest people total hooligans. | ||
| Rocketman |
Aaron : you crazy fool, SMOKE = London, you know from the days when the place was covered in smog. Now what was that strange thing I saw you ................ Ah, silly me, I'm use to counting teeth to get those numbers. Seems I'm one step behind ! Next time I'll try to pay more attention. Thanks anyways  SirenHead : I'm a speed freak. (No not the bloody powder Aaron) ! Rocket in England | ||
| Peter |
(Best thing for London. Send it up in a cloud of smoke......) PPiA | ||
| Rocketman |
I read around these parts somewhere, a thread on what you dudes pack for camping. Well, in my time I've camped many times whilst biking but never really got struck with the efficiency some of you guys pride yourself in. Hell, a small tent and a lightweight doss bag and a stove with kettle and pan was always enough. Mouth organ too and a whoope cushion just incase we ran in to neighbours, and a trusty Swiss Army knife, that's it. So there I was heading off to the South of France, to be followed by Croix in the far north a week later thinking I'm all grown up and sensible so responsibility is important at my age , so I gets me a new set of cooking utensils to go with the gaz stove to complement the home comforts a nearly 40 year old requires when camping. Oh yes, let's do it in style. No more of that roughing it stuff, I'm going large on this one. I can camp, I can camp, and I can cook too. Nothing like waking up to a bacon banjo cooked in the billy pan and a rotten cup of tea in a tin mug. Oh what a life. Hold on a minute, that bloody tent never got off the bike never mind pitched. Every night was in some hotel or another. Damn, carried that bloody sleeping bag, tent and stove all over western Europe for no good reason. So there I was hold up in the bedroom of my Hotel in Bethune waiting for the Dutch army to invade on their Buell's and I starts to think about that bacon bloody banjo. Ok enough is enough so off I trots to the charcuterie (sp?), which is a French excuse for the butcher's shop, but the animal parts on display would have you beleive your in the pet food store, no matter, jambon is on the menu. Several slices later and a French loaf and I'm back in my hotel room and chuffed to be able to get the gaz stove out and place it on top of the table and sit the new billy pan on the sucker. Turn on the gas and fire it up. Oh man it was cool. All that camping gear and there I was cooking bacon banjos in the hotel bedroom and that's as close as I came to camping in two weeks. No fear of rain, just the home comforts you'd expect from a hotel, including the telly. Wow I tell ya, those bacon sandwiches tasted good !!!! Did I say I liked camping ? Rocket in England | ||
| Road_Thing |
Rocket: According to Mrs. Road Thing, "camping out" equals "slow room service!" At my advanced stage of non-youth and decrepitude, I'm inclined to agree with her. r_t | ||
| Peter |
Rocketfella, I hate it when I have to agree with anyone English, but now I must. The Dutch don't camp, they caravan. (Apologies to Charley who just sleeps beside his bike too) I'm going to ride through the Pyrenees and then through Monaco, up into the Swiss Alps and then down through Italy and into Greece in early July. Stop on an island for a few days to see my wife, son and sister before heading off again. Will be travelling like this, but I hope without the snow. I'm also nearing 40, so I've finally decided to upgrade the 1" piece of foam that's been the mattress in my swag for years, to one of those fancy self-inflating 2 1/2" things. Luxury. You feel like going for another ride? I was going to take the BMW, but if you want to go too, I'll take the Buell instead. Then I can spend three weeks reminding you how stupid the British were for sending their convicts to Australia.... PPiA | ||
| Aaron |
Paris has more interesting sights & culture, but London has very friendly folks. People in London seem to genuinely like Americans, too. But they drive on the wrong side of the road! At least they're nice enough to paint "Look Right" on the pavement at crosswalks. It's really interesting as an American to visit Europe ... this is only my 3rd time but every time seems more interesting. Unless you've been there I think it's really hard to see just how much European influence there is in the US, everything from city names to what our churches look like. Some places in the US you see it more than others. AW | ||
| Peter |
Aaron, As much as I like to rag Rocket about the British, I had a great time when I visited Hinckley (sp) where the new Triumph factory is. I hitch-hiked out of London on New Years Day after a stupid New Years Eve. (They shut the pubs at midnight when everybody is fired up, and then wonder why the police have so many problems with the crowds on the street. Dumb). I arrived in Hinkley after being told not to hitch-hike on motorways by the police and looked for somewhere to stay. I found a pub with rooms and asked how much they were. "Oh, um, er, actually we have just bought it and this is our first day open. You are our first guest so we won't worry about charging you for tonight. How's that?" Pretty bloody good I thought... Nobody came in that night because nobody knew they were open yet, so the new staff, the boss, his wife and I, sat and got plastered for free. The next morning I went for a walk and hit McDonalds for breakfast. It was winter and very cold so I didn't last long and went back to the pub. Problem was, nobody had opened up and I didn't have a key to the building. About two hours later the wife turned up. I let her know the problem and she went nuts because he was still asleep upstairs from the night before and had the only keys. I figured I could get up three stories via some rooves and bang on his window, so I did. He opened up, got his head ripped off by his missus, and then told me I didn't have to pay for the next night either! Great. They got organised and then some people came in for lunch. Oh. No-one knew how to use all the commercial cooking gear in the kitchen yet. I used to repair the stuff for a living, so armed with his toolbox, I serviced their appliances and showed them how they worked..... I was there for four days waiting for the Triumph factory to open (long weekend etc) and didn't pay for a thing. I did manage to get to the factory, only to be told that they only have guided tours on Wednesdays, and they were booked up for one and a half years! Oh well, I'd made some good friends. To top it off, I was trying to hitch a lift on the motorway out of town, when a flash car pulled up. "Cool" I thought. The tinted window went down and there were a couple of police looking at me. "Do you know that hitch-hiking is illegal on motorways?" I lied and said "No". Then I asked them where they were headed. They told me and I said "that's where I was going, can I get a lift with you?" The look I got was priceless, but then one of them said "I guess you're too bloody big to throw over the fence, get in". You're right, there are some really nice people in England. Actually Rocket is too, but don't ever tell him I said so. The bloody whinging Pommy bastard.... PPiA | ||
| Olaf |
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| Olaf |
 Aaron and his gang arriving in Bethune(FR)  Grizzly arrived with a leaking primary gasket  What the @#$% is this?  A new wheel arrived from Holland(Thanks to Charley) to save Rocket for the next day  PPiA and Sybren checking Rockets TOO TIGHT belt, isn't it Aaron?  The Joker truck of Owen  Lunch at the track, chips and Bacardi Breezers   Stoef before leaving. Look at the brown spots in his leathers!(first time on track)  Waiting in the pits  Heins S1 wasn't ready yet so he used the demo X1 from West Coast Motors Alkmaar  Stoef searching for the instructor  The distance gets bigger and bigger. Go on Stoef!  Anyone seen the instructor yet???  Dutch Heineken, HEAVY STUFF  Looking for his can!(4.30AM)  No Japs on track, but I pull the longest wheelies!!!  Tonight I'm gonna get drink you down, you F@#king Buellers  Half an hour later....The Buellers are going to the pub!!  Rene (R1) isn't a Bueller either  Stoef asks himself: Are you that bloody instructor?? I'm gonna get you next time!  Where do I get the money to buy a Buell? | ||
| Stoef |
Great pics Olaf, thanks!!! | ||
| Rocketman |
Did you send copies to the CIA guys ? Thought not otherwise Steve and Mitch would be unemployed by now ! Great pic's and commentary. Rocket in England | ||
| Olaf |
thanks rocket,when he was sitting at the window one hour earlyer he would have fall of(when some hooligans start there bike's!!!). by the way, would you introduce "plompzakken"ïn yorkshire!! see ya | ||
| Rocketman |
That was some night And by the way, I already did  plumsack, that is ! Rocket in England | ||
| Buellistic |
ATT: Rocketman Just found out why you Brits drink warm beer, your Frig's are made by LUCAS!!! In buelling BUELLISTIC and/or Hardley-Harley | ||
| Rocketman |
In my time I've held down a good few jobs. Some were long term and some not so long. I remember driving a dumper truck on a well spread out building site. The dumper had three forward gears and steered at the rear with you sat above and slightly in front of the rear steered axle. Oh yes, this baby was gonna be fun. If you've ever driven such a creation you'll know it takes an hour or three to adapt to the handling characteristics, but once mastered the beast will go like a good 'un. The foreman told me 1st and 2nd for site work and 3rd for road use. About an hour later I had to go get a tractor to tow me out of the small tree line I'd stuffed it in to. As luck would have it, not, the foreman was passing just as I was getting rescued by the tractor. "I thought I told you 3rd gear was for road use only" were his only words, then he drove off. Suffice to say, I didn't hold down that job for long. Amongst my many other varied talents, at the age of 15 I cleaned cars on a secondhand car pitch on Saturdays and I've worked in a motorcycle shop as a bike cleaner for several months before I became mechanic. It was a way through the door I figured. Anyway, the point is, I know how to clean things clean. The s h i t part is, how the hell are you supposed to enjoy it ? Well, there I was in St Tropez at the Euro H.O.G bash, and between the glorious and not so glorious sunshine, came the rain. Now with this camp site situated in the woods, and full of caravans, lots of the little link roads were mud tracks, which resulted in some pretty muddy Hogs and one or two Buell's. One of the Hogs in our group, the Mutz Nuts, owned by Gary from Leeds and built by Mr Nob and Gary, was up for the custom show, so it was necessary to keep it clean. Well, a few of us had sat talking for an hour or more one early evening when I realised that Gary had spent the entire time with a rag in his hands. You know, it's the simplest thing in the world to clean a bike but it is one of those chores I never seem to want to find time for, but after watching Gary at work I felt the need to clean my own bike . The result is much more rewarding than just a clean bike. You get to know each part of the machine more intimately. You can spend time thinking about the design and function of the machine as you polish away. You get to look further at it than maybe you did before. Think about what your next modification might be, or what you intend to bolt on next. Either way, it's time well spent. As I arrived in Bethune a day early, I had time on my hands and I was on my own. On the evening I went across the square and ate pizza and drank fine wine. I took a fancy to the waitress but she didn't speak a word of English nor I French, so my attempts to ask her what she was doing after work and what time she finished, failed miserably. Still, it was a fine evening and the wine and pizza were superb, just no p u s s y for afters  Anyways, I awoke the next day to explore the town on my own. This recky lasted about two hours or so, in which time I found a particularly interesting bike shop with a good cross section of motorcycles. Duc 916, Busa, R1, a Stars 'n' Stripes painted Gold Wing combo, and a small selection of new Triumphs and their own Triumph racer. There was also an old "Kettle" GT 750 2 stroke Suzuki triple. A very early 750 Four Honda and god knows what else. But more than anything, what I wanted most was sat just in the door way, an Evel Knievel pin table, but it wasn't for sale. Anyway, after a good look around the place I headed of back to the hotel. By now, early afternoon, the sun was up and the place was busy so I decided to go downstairs with one of the hotels towels, order beer, and sit outside the hotel with beer in one hand and a rag (towel) in the other. So there I was in the middle of Bethune, several beers to the wind, freshly cleaned Buell sparkling in the sun, awaiting the invaders from the North. Ah yes, I love cleaning my Buell Rocket in England |
