The bitch lives again.
Okay, lets see where we left off here. About six weeks ago I decided to eat the bottom end out of the motor I just put a top end on, and so our story begins.
I sold a laptop and a pistol and misappropriated some funds to justify buying a motor, and bought one from a 1989 with 10k miles from a junkyard in Florida for $585 shipped. For those keeping track, yes that is 58.5% of the original purchase price, and yes, I'm a damned fool.
Thinking that the motor would show up ready to go in, I started disassembling.
I like to think of this as the rock bottom of the project.
I spent the long nights waiting for the motor by stripping down my two bad blocks and salvaging every good part I could. The amount of stuff i threw away is mindboggling. I had shredded cranks, banged up connecting rods, melted pistons and one of the transmissions was apparently in the process of esplodin.
I also built a clever little indicator panel that I have yet to actually connect to anything, maybe this weekend.
I'll have to get the pictures off my phone later tonight to illustrate the next part of the story, but here's how it went down.
The motor showed up at work on a Friday afternoon, I cracked open the wrapping and gave it a eyeballing, then signed for it and went back to work. When I got home later that night, and pulled it off the palette, I realized one of the intakes was sheared off, and it had a 0% chance of holding a vacuum. Frustrated only scratches the surface of how I felt.
My main goal was to get the bike working, so I filed a complaint but wasn't sitting around to work out the paperwork. I took the one good head I had and cleaned it up, and in a fit of questionable passion I cleaned and recoated my head gaskets in copper gasket maker.
When I tore down the motor I got another surprise, it arrived with spark plugs in it, but somehow water had gotten into the cylinder and made a NASTY mess. I was about to flip my lid, but I took a few deep breaths and went through everything with simple green and a selection of brushes. It all turned out to be surface rust and I got everything shiny, smooth and clean. I went in and cleaned out around the rings, took off the oil pan and cleaned out the bottom end as much as possible.
No pain no gain.
Then I built the motor back up with my ghettogaskets and negotiated it back into the bike. This is now approximately 7 business days before I leave for school, and I'm still working 6 days a week. I rolled the bike out of the garage and fired it up and, and, and... it will barely run.
It seemed like a carbuerator issue, chugging and bogging, refusing to rev, but I'd gone through the carbs and made them clean enough to eat out of, so I was at a loss. Broken, I put it in the truck and took it to the small shop near mine. Hours later, and going through every single system on the bike, we determined it wasnt making spark, but there are almost no testing guidelines from Suzuki for the ignition system.
I borrowed Channings ECU and that seemed to smooth it out, but when I bought one it made no difference (figures), we tested the coils and they were fine. We only figured it out when he inadvertently stuck his test light into one of the pickup wires and added some resistance to it, did we realize the coils were going bad.
This was the Friday before I left for school, so I packed up my pile and took it up here. Tuesday morning I ordered the pick ups, expecting to wait a couple of weeks, and Thursday night they were in my hand. I scooted on over to pop them in, then spent the rest of the weekend screwing around with the jetting and fuel mixture screws to get it to return to idle.
But it works. Its filthy and my engine is a couple different colors. My new paint is bubbling up from my swiss cheese gas tank, and I have fake indicator lights. My headlight is dented and my grips are pathetic and I love every last little bit of it. The project will never be over though, hopefully this is just the biggest chapter.