Remember how I said at the end of the exploratory Santa Cruz mountains ride entry that the bike was starting to run poorly?
Well, it got worse. It got tons worse. In fact, I would go so far as to say that it pretty much just sucked. I’ve spent the past four nights tightening things and examining hoses and spraying electrical cleaner on connections and pretty much anything else you can think of when one’s bike suddenly puts you in mind of the mechanical bull at the county fair.
Thanks to the wizards at The Chain Gang, though, I finally found the problem:
One should not be able to put one’s HAND through one’s INTAKE MANIFOLD.
Let’s look at that again, shall we?
Well, now, I guess that might cause some PROBLEMS with the FUEL INTAKE, now, wouldn’t it?
So tomorrow’s task is to call up Das Korporation (also known as Cal BMW) and pay many US dollars for a replacement intake manifold. At 90 bucks a pop, I better not be replacing these every 11,000 miles…