CRUSTY QUINNS
NURSE BEC
TECH TIPS
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Trail Report: August 10th 2003
Players: |
Brad, JAW, Mark, Mik, Phil, Rob. |
Venue: |
Time Trials |
Rider of the Day: |
Rob - videoed the death moment of The Hog and because he made me give ROTD to him. |
Stack of the Day: |
n/a |
Breakages & Injuries: |
The Hog ;) |
Report by JAW:
The Hogs Tale
Many people have asked me "What is The Hog? Why do old CQ'ers go on about it some
much? What's the story?" Well, in fact, no-one has asked me that but I'm going to tell
you anyway :)
The Hog - its last pose.
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A long time ago, when Quinns was being re-discovered by the populus, an early
second settler by the name of JAW bought a trailbike. Now JAW's brothers-in-law Mik
and Mark had been for a ride on that trailbike, and thought it was good, but both
being strapped for cash neither could get themselves a bike.
In a completely but as yet unrelated event, JAW's neighbour Stu worked next to a
motorbike shop. He noticed a pile of old bikes near a bin and asked the owners what
they were. "Take one" they said. And he did.
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The bike he selected was a 1981 import Yamaha SR185 road bike. Between him and
JAW, they stripped it of its fairings and other unecessary parts and got it
running. Suprisingly, the motor ran very well. (Suspicions arose that the bike may
have been yellow stickered, someone made an attempt was to re-register it including
fitting a new set of rings, but it failed to pass and was then given up on.)
After some time Stu ceased to be interested and sold it to Mik and Mark for the
sum of $100. Both Mik and Mark learnt to ride on it, in the dirt, complete with the
road tyres it wore. Shortly after Mark bought a "proper" trailbike leaving Mik as
the one and only owner of The Hog.
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The Hog starts up, a little smokey.
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The Hog running, very smokey.
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Mik and The Hog had many many adventures, covered a huge amount of distance. All
the while, The Hog was showing its failings. The front suspension was not good to
start with, and continued to get worse. It had no damping capability at all for
most of its life, the bearings and bushes were shot. The electrics were a constant
source of intermittent problems until one day it was rewired from the ground up;
revealing wires that looked fine from the outside but were actually corroded and
broken on the inside.
The chromed under-peg cruiser style exhaust had several holes and was very thin.
This was eventually replaced with a straight through piece of pipe. The electric
start always worked - even though the switch was a bit of tin plate across two
bolts...
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Being a roadbike the gear shift was a fixed thick metal shaft without a
retracting arm. The gear shift spline was ruined very early on from tumbles,
thereafter repeatedly welded, snapped off and rewelded before eventually the
selector shaft sheared inside the engine. A piece of rod was sourced, the bits from
the old shaft welded to it and it was put back into service. Quite
successfully.
The inevitable happened halfway between Lancelin and Wedge Island in 2000. It
stopped. Later pull down revealed the exhaust valve had snapped at the collet,
banged a few smiley faces into the piston, bent, and come to a rest.
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JAW rides The Hog. Did someone say smoke?
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Not to be put off by a seized engine, Phil pushes it up a hill and "rides" it down. A lot less smoke :)
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It was about this time that Mik bought himself a nice proper trailbike. The Hog
sat, dissasembled, in the weather for some time. Mik moved house. The Hog continued
to sit, engine in a bucket, in the weather.
Eventually Mik decided it was time to go to the tip. Brad jumps in and says,
nah, give it here, I'll get it going again.
Quietly over a period of time Brad cleans the sand, weeds and insects out of the
engine, sands the rust off the internals, sources a second hand valve from a tray
of old valves ("this one measures up the correct size, what's it off?" "A Yammy Ag
Bike".) Finally, he fires it up in his shed. Away she goes, but a lot of smoke.
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This proves (amongst other things) to be a bit of a downer and The Hog is put to
one side aside. JAW later steps in and drags it back to his shed and assembles the
last pieces. Some levers, bit of welding here and there, finally it is ready. Which
brings us up to date.
The morning was looking pretty bleak as JAW tows The Hog to the time trial with
Mik following on the two fiddy. Rob arrives as it's being jump started off the
truck. Bang, she's away, but still way too much smoke. JAW peddles her up to the
sand berm and back. "Not delevoping a lot of power guys."
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Hoik her up boys...
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...as a tribute to the old times.
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Brad and Phil arrive in Phil's 4x4. Fire it up again. Mik takes it for a lap,
gets 3rd gear and even a bit of a jump over a lump. Then; pah. She stops. Seized. After
examination of the spark plug with a crushed tip cathode, some screwdriver investigation of the
piston top ("There's a hole in the piston dear Henry dear Henry") it becomes
obvious it was not meant to be. "Right fellas, she's getting mounted on the old
windmill.
The rain pelting down dampered the progress of the team hoiking her up the side
of the frame but not enough to stop her finding her final resting place; halfway
up, forever doing a great mono in the sky.
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"Some say Mik was jumping the old water tank, hit the mill halfway up and just left
her there. Others claim she was put there by aliens." Now when you ride past The Hog you can
smile and know the full history of how a bike came to be mounted on the old windmill. The
tale of The Hog is over.
...Except the epilogue which is yet to come: either someone will cut her down and take
her away - or just pinch parts; perhaps someone will burn her in situ; or, in a few years, the
rope and wire holding her up will give way and she will crash down to an earth-based
grave.
End of an Era.
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