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Henry Martin spends his nights writing fiction and poetry, which predominately deals with the often-overlooked aspects of humanity. He is the author of three novels: Escaping Barcelona, Finding Eivissa, and Eluding Reality; a short story collection, Coffee, Cigarettes, and Murderous Thoughts; and a poetry collection, The Silence Before Dawn. His most recent published project is a collection of Photostories in five volumes under the KSHM Project umbrella, for which he collaborated with Australian photographer Karl Strand, combining one of a kind images with short stories and vignettes. He is currently working on his next novel narrated in two opposing points of view. He lives with his family in the Northeast.

Thursday, November 25, 2010

KLR 250 Project: Part IX

The fork boots finally arrived yesterday, enabling me to complete the front-end reassembly. I did, however, run into some problem with the tire change: For whatever reason, the tire does not seat well in the rim, as one end sits too deep in the rim, while the opposite end sits too far out. Thus, the tire on the rim, instead of creating a perfect circle, creates sort of an oval.  I've tried inflating and deflating the tire multiple times, hoping that enough air pressure would seat it correctly, but to no avail. I then tried inflating to 5psi and bouncing the tire off the ground to seat properly, but again, to no avail. I even ran a tire spoon along the rim to loosen any grip the tire might have on the rim and bouncing/inflating again, but it continues seating just as before. So, I either have a rim that is not true, or a tire that is not round. Or, I'm an idiot who does not know how to change his own tires. I'm hoping that it is the last one.


Well, at this point I'm still waiting for the kickstart spring which has been on order for about three weeks now, as well as the front brake lever. The kickstart, however, is the crucial part, as without it I cannot reassemble the motor to see if the little kitten purrs or not. While I wait, I'll play with the wiring, or, as I like to call it: the electrical mess. There are way too many replaced wires and missing connectors, and it seems to me that the previous owner replaced whatever he needed to with one wire spool, leaving all the "fixed" pieces in a single color.  So, the next step is going to be entering the labyrinth and making it right. 

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