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in reply to: Gearbox noise #7182

Just pricing up all those options now. Not a great fan of the ride it till you kill it option as things tend to die when its cold dark and lonely 😮 I have got most of the bike in bits at present as it is undergoing surgery following an armco barrier misadventure so getting to the box is really easy  😀 I recommend you don't try for 160000ks out of a set of Pirelli's, give up at 15 and save your money 🙁

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in reply to: Gearbox noise #7180

Well the old oil came out and sadly had some slivers of shiny stuff stuck on the magnet. Looks very much like case hardening. Bother. Tried the new oil anyway just in case… but no she is coming out!!! 😥

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in reply to: Gearbox noise #7179

just a quick progress report for the interested. I am waiting on some Motul Gearbox Oil (thats what its called oddly enough) It is said to be very good for noisy gearboxes. It has a big word that starts with moly in it so it must be good. Once it arrives sometime this week I will drop the old oil and we will see what happens.

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in reply to: The Great Southern Adventure. #7210

OK the suns gone down and its getting cold so “The adventure continues” (Took photos of everything except dolphins but not sure how to include them) After leaving Bluff we headed North thru Invercargil stopping long enough to get some gas and wave to Tim, then it was North to Winton where we planned to stay the night. Unfortunately there was a wedding on in Winton and the town was closed. In the spirit of true adventurers we couldn't go back (its a male thing) so we headed of towards Lumsden. Suddenly there it was.. The Benmore Hotel. Made of concrete and painted bright blue. This will do we said. Did we want the 10, 20 or 30 dollar room? Um we will take the twenty we said after a to brief inspection. Plenty of room if you store you gear in the hall. Best shower in Southland we were proudly told, but the light switch is in this room over here ok? As a bonus we were allowed to use the ladies toilet once the bar had closed which made it all worthwhile. Fortunately for me (yeah right) there was no light over my bed, when Kev turned on the one over his the funny face and noise spoke louder than words. I just hope the crunchy thing on my pillow was dead before I found it with my ear. The big softy decided to sleep in his sleeping bag, having already made contact with the sheets I put my faith in modern medicines ability to cure me later.  😛After Breakfast it was on the road again heading for Queenstown. The roads don't get fun until you get back into the hills. From the Kingston Flier on it becomes scenic again. Along the Devils staircase then into Queenstown. Nice town to see, nice town to visit, nice town to leave. Next on the menu was Skippers Road to Skippers Canyon. Not really RS territory but the GS rider looked pretty smug. We got in as far as the old pub and stopped for a rest. There had been a trail bike ride on up past the bridge so I stopped one and asked the silly question "did the road get better from here in"? No mate, she's no good for that bike and those tyres was the reply. After a rest I battled the Big Red Beast back up the hill to a sensible road then it was off to Arrowtown for lunch. Seafood Chowder at the Cafe was first rate, a quick walk through the Chinese Settlement then back on the bikes again.Crown Range Road was next on our list. I must admit to a bit of apprehension as last time I went over this road it was metal all the way. Its sealed for its entire length now and is listed as the highest sealed road in New Zealand. Still has the cattle stops but they are all placed to stop South bound cattle. The Cardrona Pub has not gone anywhere, a curse on trick photography. Somehow we missed the Bra fence which I am sure would have been a trip highlight 😀A refuel at Wanaka then it was onwards North. The ride from Wanaka towards Haast is a must do, add it to your list. We were starting to get a bit concerned when we came upon Makarora. A sleepy little hollow at the head of Lake Wanaka with views worth killing for. Food price was a bit steep but the quality was good. Mr Grumpy claimed the double bed as he felt he needed a good nights sleep because of an alleged snoring issue. Woke in the morning to the tranquil sounds of the Native New Zealand Mobil Fuel Tanker making a delivery, oh yeah a few birds were making noises as well. No torch so that was a bonus!!Back on the bikes and through the Haast Pass. Last time I went through here it was metal from the Wanaka to the bridge, all sealed now so heaps more fun on a bike. We stopped for breakfast at Haast Village then "the west coast :-D"Smooth Roads, good seal, you Southerners don't know how lucky you are. Ride from New Plymouth to TeKuiti then comment on your roads. They are awesome. We stopped at the Fox Glacier and did the tourist thing, yep thats right climbed over the rope barrier and right up until we could touch it 👿 Rules what rules? from there it was up to Franz Joesph Glacier. We felt we didn't need to walk up to that one, looks just fine from way back here. A nice lunch at Franz Joesph township spoilt only by noisy helicopters, tour buses, dust storms, tourist by the hundred, camper vans and a solitary Stock truck, we hid just in case. Safety first you know.After lunch it was off to ARRRGHH that vans on my side!!! Missed, ok Kev you can lead for a while. Shortly after it was his turn to get a fright with a bunch of crazys on jap bikes in an overtaking frenzy coming towards us. Its a South Island thing we decided, you just got to life with it. yeah right.Spent the night in a true West Coast Pub in Greymouth. great beds, quiet rooms, good showers and a good brekky, A shed to put the bikes in. as close to heaven as you can get on the West. Next morning was off to Punakaiki for a look at the pancake rocks. bit of a dissapointment as the tide was out and the sea was like glass. plenty of dolphin playing in the swells, no stock trucks so we got some photos at last!! From there it was off to Westport and then through the Buller Gorge. We stopped and walked across the big swingbridge, hard to believe the flood waters got high enough to sweep it away. I guess the South Island is like Texas, everything is big!! Then on to Murchison for lunch. We got the right Cafe this time, its the one at the North end built in the old Pub.The only road we covered twice was from the Upper Buller Gorge bridge to Kohatu, it was however in opposite directions. We turned off at Kohatu and rode through to Motueka then over the Takaka Hills.First lesson in Bike grasshopper.. Focus!!! Day dreaming my way down the far side of the Takaka Hills I ran up behind Kev a bit close on a corner and got it all horribly wrong. The corner turned out to be an endless left hander with an off camber entry which I had entered in totally the wrong line at the wrong speed. As I drifted further out towards the centre line with things making scrapie noises on the road and the piece in contact with the seat tightening I thought to my self "I could be in trouble here". As the front wheel hit the little white cats eye in the centre of the road I thought "I really could be in trouble here". As the tyre God known as Pirelli gripped again and I hauled her up onto the wrong side of the road I thought "If someone is coming up this hill I could be in trouble here". But then the corner ended and the GS rider in front off me pointed towards the same side of the road he was on, thanks for the help Kev. 😐We found the Guy we wanted to visit in Takaka (he was the local cop and on duty that day). After a short visit where he introduced us to the other policeman in the area it was off to Nelson. Its really quite nice knowing exactly where the cops are and where there area ends, if you get my drift.Fortunately the Whakatu in Nelson was full so we looked elsewhere. We came across a nice Pub in Haven road called (oddly enough) Haven Road Pub. Its just been taken over by a young couple who are trying to get it up and running again and couldn't do enough for us. Next day I rode 2 inches and remembered the disc lock, as I stood beside the fallen beast the kindest words I heard were, well the damage is done, may as well get me camera. Gee thanks Kev. A few scratches on the panniers and rocker covers, a huge dent to the pride and we were off. back to Picton. Went via Queen Charlotte Sounds Road this time, hell of a lot shorter but takes just as long. Yes its tight in places!! On the ferry and a sad farewell, we will return. An uneventful crossing and a smooth ride back to Inglewood. 4000ks in 8 days. Back to Auckland next day for Kev. A hell of a ride 😀PS Just got a bill in the mail, why wasn't I informed of the speed camera on Ngaraunga Gorge and that it was capable of getting bikes? Bugger 😥

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in reply to: Gearbox noise #7176

Thanks for the input people. The internet is a wonderful tool. I found this which others may find enlightening http://www.rubberchickenracinggarage.com/GETRAG.docCheersColin

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in reply to: Gearbox noise #7171

I would have thought the clutch would have made a noise when disengaged and therefore not turning as a unit. Worth an investigation though. I would still like to know what oil to run in these gearboxes as I would like to drop the oil to get a sample, which of course means I will need to put new stuff in or there really will be a dry noise.

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in reply to: Replacement battery for bike. #6540

I replaced the battery in my RS 9 months ago with a dry cell battery avaliable from exide, not sure of the numbers etc but it is the one they sell to fit roadside booster kits. Cost 40 bucks and apart from the terminal size was an exact fit. So far no probs

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