Sunday night I decided it was time to slap the sportster back together enough to enjoy it a bit during this warm weather. It was really just a matter of finishing up some wiring and putting exhaust, fuel tank and a few other pieces back on. A quick look in the oil tank revealed it was empty. I have no idea where the oil went. I suspect gremlins.
Monday morning I decided it was time to take it for a quick shake down run. I ran up the street and topped off the fuel tank. I then went around the "block", about a five mile ride. I don't wear a helmet for these type of rides just so I can listen to things and get a feel for any potential problems. Part of this ride is slow, part is open and fast and part is bumpy. When I got to the bumpy part I heard something that didn't sound right from the front end. As I glanced down I saw this:
The bolt isn't in the shop where I would have expected it to be. Its a special shoulder bolt so no sportster bike ride today if I can't find it. I hopped on the Rat Turd and retraced my path. About three quarters of the way around the "block" I saw something that wasn't a stick, car dropping or part of a squashed squirrel. I pulled over and sure enough there was my bolt!
When I got home I reinstalled the bolt and took another test ride. The front brake works now. For a motorcycle they suck in comparison to any other bike. I've been on skateboards that scrubbed off speed faster. Oh well, brakes are still on the to-do list.
A ride later that day revealed a few more loose bolts. I think I got em all tight now. I'm riding the bike to work today. It feels good to be back into a pattern that involves riding every day.