I got my "bear paws with mittens on" hands dirty and did the tank draining. Good clean gas.
Carb bowls had some fine metalic dust and some black flakes. No water. The hidden filter was OK, a couple specks.
I have a couple of jets and carb screws and pretty hose clamps from Brent, what the hay. I get the print-out of Pat's instructions (I can't thank you enough, carbs for dummies) and tackle the job.
I decided to leave the pilot jets alone and move on to the 130 mains (it had 125 from the TSOR's, but I had them sitting around waiting for the air change). I put my 8mm on the holder and it moves. It was about to fall out, only a few threads holding it in there. You can bet the dealer will hear about this one since the jets were changed with the TSOR's.
The bike is back together except for the seat. I popped the top snorkle out. I don't get the inside snorkles, couldn't feel anything in there that felt like it could come out, just hard plastic. The airbox was cracked worse than I thought so now it is sealed with silicon to keep dirt out. I'm letting that set overnight, then the big test tomorrow morning.
My neighbor keeps ragging on me about fuel injection and mapping and all that stuff, says I need to get with the times. Walking out of the kitchen into the garage there it sits, stripped down for the carbs. Just a bike, clean and simple. Silhouetted against the outdoor sun. That's a darn purdy sight.
