Tuesday, July 31, 2012

Out Door

Headed for the hills!

Sun Ringle Tomac rims in red - 28 hole.

The Blue EWR.  *GASP!*

Ritchey Rock 440 rims - 32 holes.

Tuesday, July 24, 2012

VW Bus Fuel Sender

The fuel gauge in the VW has been reading total and complete wonkiness since I got the bus.  This is OK if you are omniscient and need no such superfluous luxury items as bourgeois as automobile gauges, but for the unwashed illiterate plebes like me, not so good.  So I piled on to the web and ordered a replacement gauge from a prominent VW parts distributor.  Not so good.

The Split Bus has an access problem designed into it, in that to get to the gas tank, and therefore to the sender, you have to pull the engine.  Unless you are a retired college professor who likes to work alone and not be bothered by people 'helping', in which case you make a hole.  A very tidy hole.  Math professor here too, so the hole is nearly perfectly square.  No sloppy holes, thank you.

The suspect sender, an original VDO brand part.

The world's cleanest 'hack job' (lets face it here, most purists would cringe at such an access panel, but I get the logic and the circumstance, so no worries from me)  Look, even the edges of the hole are treated with rust inhibitor.  That is one damn clean hole. (Get your minds out of the gutter, people)

It even has a little swivel do-hickey clasp through bolted to the panel to hold the access closed.

Removed and spritzed with degreaser.  Dig that logo.  I love crap like this.  VDO.

And the new installed.

But not so fast.

The new one is even deader than the old!  At least the old flowed current and read a constant 1/4 tank at the gauge!  This replacement crap is DOA right out of the box!  CRAP!

SO, I take the old VDO and play with it a bit.  I discover that it is possible to disassemble the original. So I do.  The sender is a very simple bit of kit.  A float on a shaft, with a brass connector that runs through the float to two small wires on either side.  As the float rises and falls on the shaft, the loop for the electrical current sent to the gauge changes and that measured current change is displayed as fuel level on the gauge.

On the VDO unit, the shaft that the float travels on was very very rusty so the float was stuck solid in one place; 1/4 tank.  Probably due to moisture in the tank from modern Ethanol gas.  I cleaned the shaft, sanded it smooth, cleaned all the contacts of the sender, reassembled it and presto!  46 year old sender unit back in service.

I am quickly discovering that most if not all replacement parts are total crap, regardless of where they come from.  Even more so than was the case with my '71 VW.  Certainly the case with mechanical bits like fuel pumps and such.  Remember I had to build my own rear shift coupler too.

Fuel gauge, sorted.

Keep 'em German!

Thursday, July 19, 2012

Mo eBay Out Door!

Daddy needs new shoes!  (or at least a new hand made Potts Titanium 29er!)

Race Face Diabolus post

Race Face System stem

SDG saddle (yeah, I know I'm breaking the cardinal rule on this one, but I'm swimming in them and I think I need to be a little more selective, so...)

Syncros Stem (Hey PM!  Does this look familiar!?)

Deore XT short cage derailleur with history beauty marks.

And an M900 XTR front.

Money Talks and Bull Shirt Walks!

Thursday, July 5, 2012

Happy 4th!

Our measly fireworks plans were rained out, so I'll offer you this bike-related pseudo fireworks display as a feeble stand-in for the real thing.


Monday, July 2, 2012

Bike Share

Saw this picture on my brother's page...

...and thought I'd point out that only an American (albeit a culturally sensitive American!)  would see something as distinctively non-American as a bike share station and take a picture of it almost on accident as if it were really just a feature of the landscape and not a potential cultural evolution in the making, and then name the picture, "Electrical".

And did we really name that post "Cults and Invasions"?!?

Even those of us that are consciously not car oriented are still almost subconsciously bike averse.