new tires fitted (love that expression), carb sync, de-smog, fresh air, fresh plugs, flush and fill brakes- clutch.
Stealer charged me 200 plus to mount front and rear . I knew they were high, but damn. Tacked on a 30 charge per tire since i bought them elswhere.
would be halfway to paying for that tire changer i was looking at.
the carb sync was easy.if you havnt done it , try. If i can anybody can.
number 1 spark plug was rusty. eeeeeewwwww.
frame rails complicate swap (plugs) a bit.
new fuel line and inline filter.. I hate short tubes.
de- smog was a snap. just good to get that extra junk out of the way. bought caps from z1 enterprises.(carb)
made cap at valve cover like vin said.
remove, invert butterfly valve, replace pointing rear.
cut off tubes except for grommet portion at smog port valve cover.
took a 1/2 lag bolt, shortened to 1.25" w/ sawzall, pressed into grommeted smog-thing from valve cover w/ a 6" C-clamp, re-install: bingo.
feel like a selected contestant on the price is right.Ding ding ding ding ding....
lessons learned....
easy on the oil on that oil filter. I was sparing and it still looked like a skillet frying sausage in my airbox.
you get pretty good at taking off the tank and putting it back on as a novice paying his dues ( love the fuel gauge clip the most)
I am slowly learning some skills. i am not a natural wrench.
the fluid swap in brakes/clutch was simple. i finally read it where i understood.
take the cylinder covers off (means use the right size screwdriver) mine were so tight I tapped the phillips w/ another large
handle, then clamped vise-grips at a right angle to the driver .
I could see the torsion , laying into reverse, and honestly thought the screwdiver might snap.
the snap was the cylinder screws letting go.
I put tubes down on the nipples, left caliper 1st, using an actual 10mm box wrech and not ,say, needle nose plyers or toenail clippers...
carefull there , remove the cover.
pump the lever gently, as the juice flies into a pan (like when we were lads) just add new fluid intermittently to keep the cylinder swimming and keep out the air. soon all the Reagan era fluid is gone, and we glint as brightly as the end of the clinton years. (I'd a let her blow me too, u know hillary wasnt gettin' on that thing)
well I'll ramble more in the darkness later,
but the story ends with a zl1000 pulling a fatboy(me) down the road like a mule w/ a poker shoved up it's ass
