Longhaulpaul's Chasing the Cure

I heard the noise, I just wasn’t listening to it.

If you search the internet forums, you can find anything and everthing you want to know about anything, motorcycles included. When my bike makes a giggidy-giggidy noise on the left rear side, I can find the cause, the part numbers, the best price on parts and a video of how to repair it- all in about 60 seconds. 

The Yamaha Super Tenere Forum is an exceptional place to learn all about the bike I ride.

 

The Yamaha Super Tenere has a reputation of being bullet proof and that is why I chose to ride one on my quest to document a million miles for MS. My responsibility to the engineers is to wear out the motorcycle and find it’s breaking point. My reputation of pushing gear and accessories way beyond their normal use or life expectancy is a task I take seriously and I’m pretty damn good at it! The mere mentioning of my name will usually void most factory warranties. What the industry calls neglect and owner abuse, a good friend of mine simply calls; Pelland miles.

 

A couple riders reported having issues on their 2012-13  Super Teneres with a part called the timing chain tensioner. A small spring loaded piston that puts pressure on the chain that connects the crankshaft to the camshafts. The chain ensures the valves open at the precise time the pistons are in position. Engine speed, temperature and wear will all cause minor variations in the chains length, so the tensioner, as it’s name implies, applies steady pressure to the chain to take up the slack.

On a couple of high mileage bikes, the tensioner stopped adjusting and the engine chattered loudly with a loose chain. A loose chain could eventually result in engine damage. Around 80,000 miles, my chain started to make quite a bit of noise – but I ignored it.
25,000 miles later, heading to West Virginia after sharing my MS journey with a large group of people living with MS in Florida, the noise suddenly got noticeable louder. I realized I might have waited just a bit too long to do something about my timing chain noise. It was so loud, I walked my bike to park it in front of my cabin at the Blue Ridge Motorcycle Campground. 

 

I was on my way to speak at a weekend motorcycle rally organized by ADV Motorcycle Magazine. ADV stands for adventure riding, and if riding a million miles for Multiple Sclerosis was not an adventure, I don’t know what is!

 

I continued on my trip despite the bike begging me to give it some attention. About 50 miles from the Rally, the bike started making a loud grinding noise; a sound you hear right before catastrophic engine failure. I was pretty sure the chain had now loosened enough to skip a few teeth and the valves were clanking against the top of the pistons. If I were to toss all the nuts and bolts I ever misplaced while working on motorcycles for the past 30 years into a running engine, well, that would be the exact sound I was hearing.

I slowed down some and checked the GPS. It was a mere 20 miles to the rally. I figured I had already destroyed my motor, so I continued on cautiously, massaging my faithful machine closer to the event, preparing for the rear wheel to lock up at any moment. I shouldn’t have been surprised when I heard the explosion. Assuming the motor had disintegrated, I pulled in the clutch to prevent further damage- to my undershorts.

 

 

At 105,245 miles on the odometer, I had my first breakdown, and maybe my last ride on this great machine. A 100k miles on a motorcycle equals about half a million miles on a car; and that’s before multiplying by the Pelland factor!

As I coasted to a side road, I vowed to take better care of my next bike. Maybe even wash it once in a while. I called the rally organizers and reached Erik Stephens, the owner of Twisted Throttle, who was willing to come fetch me with a trailer. He refused my cash offer for his help, and I was left to pay him in the form of distilled beverages. Finding a liquor store was high on my list at this point as well!

 

Erik was attending the rally displaying a couple of bikes with accessories they sell for adventure bikes. On the ride to the campground, I explained I had another MS patient presentation at noon on Monday in Virginia Beach, and another one in central Massachusetts Tuesday evening. I talked about getting a rental car, or maybe a truck to transport my bike home.

 

 

Without hesitation, my rescuer offered not only for me to use one of their show bikes to continue on to my next speaking commitment, but to also trailer my bike back to their headquarters in Rhode Island! I accepted his incredible offer and as we arrived at the rally, I was able to exhale a sigh of relief and inhale some local hops. I am humbly amazed at the help and support I continue to receive along my journey, from companies, friends and even complete strangers. Twisted Throttle has supported me since day one with thousands of dollars in safety and comfort accessories for my bike.

I was scheduled to give my presentation of ALSO RAN on Saturday afternoon. The presentation is based on my 2001 adventure riding an antiquated Russian motorcycle in the World’s Toughest Motorcycle Competition. I share how that experience prepared me for life’s other challenges, like living with MS.

My audience was a bit on the light side, most of the riders were out enjoying the local trails and roads. It was probably a good thing; the heat of the afternoon was a bit more than I had anticipated and began to unmask my MS symptoms. I was a bit confused, had trouble setting up my presentation and had some periods during my talk where I lost my place or train of thought. I felt overwhelmed with fatigue and because of the heat, my right leg started to twitch and drag. Damn you MS!

After finishing my presentation, I concentrated on solving the broken bike situation. I decided to pull off the motor’s side cover to evaluate the damage. To my surprise, the timing chain and tensioner were intact and not the culprits. The rattle that started 25,000 miles ago, the loud grinding and the explosion were actually caused by the clutch basket coming apart. Just by shaking the clutch assembly I could hear the parts rattling.

A quick look at a parts manual PDF on my phone and a pleading call to my new friends at Yamaha returned a promise of parts being expedited and shipped in time to greet me when I arrived at Twisted Throttle’s shop; all at no cost to me. Incredible support from another great company. I prayed the clutch repair would be enough to get a few more miles before having to purchase a new bike; especially considering I still had two and half years to pay off the loan on this one!

 

Sunday afternoon I left on the loaner bike and visited with my brother James who is a Major in the Marines. My talk on Monday in Virginia Beach went on without a hitch, but I began to doubt the clutch parts I had ordered might not be enough to fix the issue; after all, I had yet to discover what caused all the grinding or the bang!

The borrowed bike was a Kawasaki KLR650, a big dirt bike with knobby tires. It was about half the size and power of my bike, hardly any wind protection and no luggage. It was surprisingly fun to ride however and I had no real comfort issues for the two days I rode it.

 

 

When I arrived at Twisted Throttle Tuesday morning, I was handed my package of parts and given free use of their state of the art repair facilities.
Upon dismantling the clutch, I found the rivets holding the clutch basket had pulled out and the clutch assembly had actually come apart.

 

 

I’m sure it had nothing to do with riding it rattling loose for so many thousands of miles! The inner side of the engine case had been chewed up pretty badly and large chunks of the clutch basket had broken off- I’m sure those last loud 250 miles with the metallic melody playing was just a coincidence.

 

 

A spring had broken loose and had travelled around the internals for a while before jamming itself into the transmission shift mechanism.

 

 

A half cup of aluminum shavings, steel bits and chunks of springs were retrieved from the oil pump, sump and pan. It was not a pretty sight.

 

 

Having the new clutch basket in hand, I felt I had to at least try to see if the motor was salvageable. I sanded the raw gouges behind the clutch and straightened the shift linkage with a pair of pliers.

 

 

I ran a magnet up and around the pistons and connecting rods. I then sprayed high pressure cleaner and air, trying to dislodge the shrapnel. I think I got all the big pieces.

 

The staff at Twisted Throttle watched me work, shaking their heads with little hope the engine would ever run again. I reassembled the motor and with fingers crossed, started it up. Amazingly, it purred like a kitten! Only after hearing it run did I dare send pictures of the damaged engine internals to Yamaha, who responded with,

“And you decided to still fix this?”

I changed the oil, let it run and checked for leaks before declared the operation a success.

“Yeah, I fixed it, I fixed it real good!”

I beat the snot out of this machine, wrote it off as done and it just keeps amazing me.  The Yamaha Super Tenere continues to be the best bike I have ever owned!

Before heading out to my next talk, I sought out Twisted Throttle’s owner and expressed my gratitude for his enormous help. Erik asked how I liked the KLR and I shared how fun it was to ride a small bike and that I was surprised how well it handled the 700 hundred miles of I-95.

“The only minor issue I had at all was at the very last toll booth in New York. I think the EZPASS transponder wasn’t working because I heard the alarm go off. It worked fine through all the tolls in Maryland, Delaware and New Jersey.”

With a slightly confused expression on his face, Erik slowly responded,

“Paul, our bike doesn’t have a transponder on it.”

 

 

-Longhaulpaul

Bike #1 is still on the road with 137,000 miles on it!

Bike #2 arrived courtesy of YAMAHA at Christmas and is being accessorized with tons of goodies from Twisted Throttle, a custom seat from Bill Mayer Saddles and a custom auxiliary fuel tank from EAZCycle.

 

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