Practice some more..
A little while ago I strolled down into the garage to practice removing the rear tire on my F800GS, and successfully putting it back on. Just because why not. And of course the tiny fact that I expect we will wear out 6 or 7 sets of tires on the trip. Pluss who knows how many flat tires. So it makes sence to practice.
Anyhoo, this time I tested the theory on how to remove the front tire. Alone. And with only the tiny toolroll that are going with us on the trip.
Turns out that the only tools really needed for the job was 3/8 inch drive ratchet with a T45 torx bit, a 17 mm wrench, a E12 wrench (torx 12 mm) a screwdriver with a T30 torx bit. And the sparkplug remover thingofabub…
I earlier mentioned the instructional DVD made by Helge Pedersen and his Company. Following his lead, I tried out the tricks.
..like how to balance the bike on the back wheel, sidestand and one of my paniers. In order to pull it off I needed to tie the right side handlebar to the left side luggagerack. Also. The sidestand is a little short for this balancing-act, but chucking a little piece of wood under the sidestand did the trick.
…how much wood could a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood… Sorry, there was just no way I could pass that up. I mean, chuck wood. Get it?
Anyways, moving along
Once the ABS censor was removed, the break calipers gently removed on both sides, and the front axle loosened, I used the sparkplug remover thingofabub to loosen and pull out the front axle. I have no idea why this fits, but it’s a perfect mach!
Once the axle was removed, tadaa! Bike still standing. Even better now without the weight of the frontwheel.
All that remained, was putting it all back together, while ignoring my gawking neighbors. It’s like they’ve never seen a 215 kilo motorcycle balancing on it’s own on the rear wheel, while a gorilla in overalls are trying to coax the front wheel back into the fork, and mount the axle and all the other gismos. It’s easy when no one is watching. However when someone IS watching.. Lets just say I think I got a glimps of the hell called “trying to dress a 4 year old child who is throwing a fit and is the only one in the debacle that does not realize that violence is not the answer”. For spectaters there is only one valid solution: Walk away. Don’t speak. Don’t wave or make eye contact. Just walk away and be happy it’s not you.
Well, after making sure I hadn’t forgotten anything, I took my bike for a little testride in the parkinggarage. Zipping in and out from behind colums and parked cars. Testing the ABS breaks on the front and rear tires (even thoug I didn’t really remove the rear tire..). Just a little testing. Around and around. And around. For almost 15 minutes. It’s a 30-car garage. If that.
Good times 😀