Published on February 10th, 2014 | by Al
IN FACT HE’S A GAS
I decided that the front brake on my Kawasaki KLR650 is pretty much crap.
I went on line and checked out the KLR forums, and found that people agreed with me.
Some said braided steel brake lines made it better. Some said a bigger disc made it better.
I bought some braided steel brake lines and a bigger disc, and a bracket to re-position the caliper over the bigger disc, and on Saturday morning I fitted them. I put speedbleeders in the calipers and replaced the rear brake line as well, and bled the hydraulic circuits until the lever and pedal were firm.
I took it for a test ride around the block. The front brake was worse.
I thought maybe that this was just because the pads hadn’t bedded in properly on the new disc. What it needed, I decided, was a medium length ride with lots of gentle braking.
I headed for Galston Gorge, and rode through the tight turns and hairpins to the bottom of the gorge. Then I kept going to Wisemans Ferry, because there is a steep descent to there as well, and also a pub.
I parked outside the Wisemans Ferry Hotel and went inside. I sat at the bar and bought a beer.
I was two thirds of the way through the beer when some drunk sat down near me, and wanted to chat. He told me he used to ride motocross on a Suzuki 400 in the old days, and he was doing pretty well until one race he had a big crash and injured his back.
I asked him what happened after that. He said he gave up riding motorcycles.
I asked him why. He said his doctor told him to.
I told him he gave up too easily. I said I knew a bloke who had a motorcycle accident and lost his left arm and his left leg.
“Jesus”, said the barfly. “What happened to him?”
I drained my beer, and stood, and reached for my helmet.
“He’s all right now”, I said.