Headlight mask, front fender, and tail section sanded and primed
Last summer, I decided to repaint my Honda CB600F Hornet – I love the matte black but it needed a touch up on the tank (because the factory put the clear coat OVER the decals – so when I pulled them off, you could see where they once were ), and the aftermarket front end’s color was off from the rest of the bike.
I had everything I needed for this project: a spray paint starter kit, a bucket of matte black paint, and no clue what the hell I was getting myself into.
I think this is a bible reference – hope God doesn’t mind.
This post explains how to troubleshoot a broken brake light.
Today, as I was getting the 2007 Triumph Speed Triple ready for a potential buyer (yes, we’re selling her), I noticed that the front brake wasn’t engaging the brake light. Not sure how long that’s been an issue but I didn’t want to sell the bike with a major safety feature not working properly, so I went into troubleshooting mode.
Triple wiring diagram
The light itself was definitely working, because it lit right up when I engaged the rear brake. I pulled the tank and the air box to get a closer look at the wires. Multimeter in hand, I incrementally went backwards, from the rear brake light switch towards the front of the bike.
Yup. We’re selling our black 2007 Triumph Speed Triple.
She’s been a great companion for the past 6 years but it was time to upgrade to the newest model and we’re running out of garage space… Oil, spark plugs, coolant, and tires are new — and the bike comes with the 2013 Speed Triple headlights (check out the pics).
For this, you’ll need: small pieces of 400, 600, and 1500 grit wet-or-dry sandpaper, a clean rag, some elbow grease and toothpaste.
So, I have taken the Hornet apart to paint the tank, headlight mask, and fenders, and in the process, I had to remove the tail light. It’s been sitting on my work bench, staring at me with its hazy plastic lens as if to say: ‘What about me?’
Newfinese road paint
So, we’re home.
Gateway Arch in St. Louis
We started west of St. Louis on Day 16, and jumped of the Interstate to have coffee in downtown. I got lost on the way to the coffee shop (I thought I remembered the way from when I was here three years ago) and we had to go by the Mississippi River Front and the Gateway Arch twice. I made it look like that was intended!
The bridge across the Mississippi required some serious adventure bike suspension and tires, which we didn’t have, so we got the bageebees shaken out of us. And it ruined my front tire, thankyouverymuch.
Illinois (and don’t forget to pronounce the “s” if you’re from the Mid-West) and Indiana were boring except for the trees along the road. Trees. Yup. Something to get excited about after riding through the prairie for days.
Junction City, Kansas … not sure why Dorothy wanted to come back here. I would’ve rather stayed in Oz.
Today was as uneventful as yesterday. We started in Junction City, Kanas, heading east on I-70. We had a lot less wind to fight with which made life on the motorcycle quite a bit easier today. Yesterday’s headwind had not only slapped us all over the road, it had also significantly reduced our gas mileage. I usually get around 50 miles to the gallon at 75 mph, but the strong wind (which had made it painful to go even just 70 mph) shaved off almost 20 miles per gallon.
As soon as we entered Missouri and had left Kansas City behind us, we caught up with the west end of a rainy thunderstorm that was moving east – like us, just a lot slower. We spent some time in a country-style diner talking to an very nice Desert Storm veteran / truck driver who was surprisingly well-versed in American history, drank coffee and ate pie until the storm had moved on.
We started yesterday (Day 13) with a ride on the Silver Thread, a scenic byway that took us North through central Colorado along the infamous Rio Grande. We passed cute little mining towns, wiggled our way through beautiful canyons and climbed over gorgeous mountain passes. In Gunnison, we started heading Northeast, along the Arkansas River, back through Buena Vista, with a great view of the Collegiate Peaks.
Entering I-70 East near Vail officially marked the beginning of our return to Washington.
I-70 in Colorado is probably the coolest stretch of interstate in the entire US. It’s a winding mountain road that climbs up to over 11,000 ft, yet it is a well-built interstate.