Please allow me to preface this post by saying that I planned on doing something with the motor in my '70 C'do this winter anyway.
This afternoon, I decide to take the Commando out for a little ride to go get coffee and stop by the local Honda dealer to get paint codes for something I'm working on. Anyway, I checked the oil, tire pressure, etc like I do every time I ride the C'do and all was fine. Oil flowed well to the tank and everything.
I go get myself some coffee and head for the Honda dealer. All goes fine at the dealer and I'm headed home. On the way, the bike hiccups and dies at a stoplight. No big deal, right? So I push it off the road and kick it a couple times. Everything seemed ok until it lit. When it lit, all hell broke loose; literally. You would swear the Marines were landing at Iwo Jima judging by the smoke coming out of the left exhaust and what sounded like a metal trash can full of ball bearings being shaken coming from the top end of the motor. I didn't let this go on long, obviously. I called the lovely wife to bring the truck and ramps so I can at least get home. Thankfully, she was off this afternoon and I was only about a mile from home so she wasn't really pissed.
I get the bike home.... Now the fun part...
I try to slowly and gently push the kicker through by hand to see if I felt anything. I have never been able to effortlessly do so, but this time was different... There is next to no compression. I then decide to drain the sump and see if there is anything there. Well, there was. From the sump, I got about 7 pieces of magnetic metal about the size of a .177 pellet. At least nothing from inside the motor found its way outside the motor in search of greener pastures and daylight.
Just thought I would share my joy of today.
This afternoon, I decide to take the Commando out for a little ride to go get coffee and stop by the local Honda dealer to get paint codes for something I'm working on. Anyway, I checked the oil, tire pressure, etc like I do every time I ride the C'do and all was fine. Oil flowed well to the tank and everything.
I go get myself some coffee and head for the Honda dealer. All goes fine at the dealer and I'm headed home. On the way, the bike hiccups and dies at a stoplight. No big deal, right? So I push it off the road and kick it a couple times. Everything seemed ok until it lit. When it lit, all hell broke loose; literally. You would swear the Marines were landing at Iwo Jima judging by the smoke coming out of the left exhaust and what sounded like a metal trash can full of ball bearings being shaken coming from the top end of the motor. I didn't let this go on long, obviously. I called the lovely wife to bring the truck and ramps so I can at least get home. Thankfully, she was off this afternoon and I was only about a mile from home so she wasn't really pissed.
I get the bike home.... Now the fun part...
I try to slowly and gently push the kicker through by hand to see if I felt anything. I have never been able to effortlessly do so, but this time was different... There is next to no compression. I then decide to drain the sump and see if there is anything there. Well, there was. From the sump, I got about 7 pieces of magnetic metal about the size of a .177 pellet. At least nothing from inside the motor found its way outside the motor in search of greener pastures and daylight.
Just thought I would share my joy of today.