Looking for oil leaks

I’m back on the hunt for this mysterious oil leak.  While I do think that I have a bad oil seal on the slave clutch cylinder, I suspect that I might also be leaking oil from the gear shift lever and the neutral indicator wire pass-through.  There also could be oil sneaking down from somewhere further up the engine but I’m not convinced one way or the other on that point.  The photos below are what I found when I took the plastics off my bike earlier today.  Please feel free to chime in if you have any thoughts on what I should be replacing or repairing to stop the oil bleeding.

Once again I am working outside my apartment.  The tupperwear came off MUCH easier this time than the first time I had to figure out how to take it off.

Oil oil everywhere!  It looks like the oil is either coming from further up the engine or is being blown around a bunch from the wind while I ride.  The only things I can think of above are the wire for the neutral sensor, large gaskets on the engine that I really don’t want to mess with, and that’s about it.  The cam plugs (see below) are solidly sealed now.

There was oil pooled in a little drip below the gear shifter hole.  I wonder if that seal is bad or if it is getting blown there from somewhere else.  Oil drips were also pooled on the bottom of the water pump.  I replaced the water pump seals back in December when I did the cam plug job.

Under the bike looking from the front rearward.  The oil leak is on the right side of this photo.  The oil stain in the rear left side is from where I spilled some oil doing a field oil fill-up after having problems in the redwoods of Northern California last weekend.

Looking back toward where the oil gets blown.  It’s interesting that there really isn’t any oil residue beyond where the kick stand attaches to the spring.  The center stand doesn’t have any oil on it nor do any of the components back by the rear tire.

That little screw I found wedged between the drain lines coming down from the carbs and the gas cap area to where they empty out under the bike.  As the note says (so I wouldn’t forget while doing other things), that screw is one of two that hold the throttle cables to the carbs.  It was VERY lucky that this little screw didn’t fall off the bike but instead migrated to somewhere I was able to find it.  And it was even more lucky that I right away figured out where it belonged.  Back in December when I did the cam plug job, I took off the throttle cables.  Evidently my tightening down that screw wasn’t enough to keep it in place.  I put it back in with a little dab of blue loctite.  It should stay put for a long time to come.

I’m pointing to where that screw belongs.  It didn’t affect the performance of the bike noticeably but eventually if it had been left like that, I think the throttle cables would have worn through faster.

When I put the bike back together after the cam plug job, I didn’t bother re-securing the rubber boot that attaches to the fiberglass (?) engine cover and protects the carbs.  It still seems to do its job just fine but now it’s much easier for me to look in at the engine and figure out if the cam plugs are leaking.  So far all four look just fine!

Any thoughts anyone might have on what seals I should replace would be much appreciated.  Thanks for looking!

1280 miles in 36 hours with an oil leak

Between Saturday and Sunday I went on a wild ride from Corvallis down the Pacific Coast and Redwood Highways to Point Reyes Station and back up I-5 to Corvallis.  The total distance was 1280 miles give or take.  I did the whole thing in 36 hours with 11 of those hours being used for rest in Point Reyes Station.

Originally I had planned to go over the Cascades and slip down the east side into Nevada and eventually to Death Valley.  However, due to pass conditions and an inclination to go along the coast, I went down the 101 toward San Francisco.  It’s a good thing I did because otherwise I’d be in the middle of Nevada with a bad oil leak right now.

At around Klamath, California I suddenly lost power going up a hill.  Pulling over and putting the bike up on its center stand, I found that an itty bitty oil leak on my left crank case had become a much larger leak.  It took about a quart of oil to bring my bike back up to full.  After that I was off and down the road again.

Driving through the redwoods at night on the freeway south of Eureka, California was an amazing experience.  There wasn’t one piece of straight road for probably 40 miles.  The two lanes of southbound tarmac were wide-open, beautifully marked with reflectors, and perfectly banked for 65 MPH travel.  I only saw a couple other cars on that entire stretch of road.  It felt like I was playing some retro-futuristic video game.  It was so, so awesome!

Getting gas in Ukiah, the gas station worker challenged me to an arm wrestling match.  She was in her 60’s.  In the end she relented and gave me my change.

In Petaluma I got lost and ended up driving in the wrong direction.  I had a lovely tour of the salt marshes between Petaluma and Napa though.  Finally I figured out which way was west and rode into Point Reyes Station at 330am.  It had been a long day of driving.

The next day I got out of Point Reyes Station late in the day and headed off to I-80 and then to I-5.  Somehow I missed a turn and had to go through Sacramento.  It was a good thing I did though because when I got to Redding, California, the guy at the pump behind me turned out to be a fellow PC800 owner.  He had tailed me on the freeway for 50 miles in his car waiting for me to pull over for gas so he could say hi.  It sounds like I might be going back to Redding soon to trade Art my windshield for his windshield.

Going over the pass on I-5 I was reminded how much the roads in Oregon suck at night.  It took quite a bit of concentration to stay on the road and in between the lanes.  I often tailed semi trucks to follow their brake lights.  Maybe someday Oregon will get with the program and put reflectors on the roads.

I rolled back into Corvallis at 1am.  The tip of my right thumb is still numb, my right hand is physically weak from using the clutch so much, and my right foot is numb on top.  I also lost seven pounds during that ride.  I stayed hydrated the entire time with a 100 ounce Camelback water bladder tucked in my backpack.  Who knew motorcycling was so demanding?

The parts to fix my bike are on order and should be here in a week or two.  The job will probably take about six hours to complete.  I can ride the motorcycle until then but I will be keeping it within 100 miles of friendly garages where I can park it until I can go and fix it wherever that garage happens to be.  My AAA towing plan covers up to 100 miles. 🙂

I stopped for gas many different times during the trip.  The gas stops are listed below:

Waldport, OR: 139.1 miles, 3.027 gallons, 45.95 mpg (This also included the ride from Waldport to Corvallis and up Marys Peak from the day before)

Port Orford, OR: 136.6, 2.854 gallons, 47.86 mpg (Lots of wind down the coast)

Klamath, CA: 109.3, 2.352 gallons, 46.47 mpg (I was fighting some nasty winds coming down along the 101 in Oregon)

Miranda, CA: 120.2 miles, 2.687 gallons, 44.73 mpg (Too much fun on the freeway through the redwoods!)

Unika, CA: 100.2 miles, 2.105 gallons, 47.60 mpg

Point Reyes Station, CA: 137.4 miles, 2.993 gallons, 45.90 mpg

Arbuckle, CA: 140.1 miles, 2.973 gallons, 47.12 mpg (not bad for doing 75 on the freeway for most of the previous tank)

Redding, CA: 109.1 miles, 2.673 gallons, 40.8 mpg (I was doing 75 on the freeway on the whole tank to Redding.  I also had a small over-fill of a few ounces.)

Yreka, CA: 95.0 miles, 2.406 gallons, 39.48 mpg (I was pulling up the hills at 65 mph or faster out from Redding)

Grants Pass, OR: 81.3 miles, 1.816 gallons, 44.76 mpg (I went over the pass and was going slow most of the way due to poor road markings)

Cottage Grove, OR: 115.9 miles, 2.492 gallons, 46.5 mpg

Along the Pacific Coast on my Pacific Coast
It was pretty windy through this section. A storm was rolling in.
At the California border
Where I slept in Point Reyes Station
My motorcycle with before I put the gear back on
My bike has some brake dust coming off of it. Looks like I'll be due for some new brakes soon.
The oil leak.
Gearing up for the ride north.
Sondy went on a short ride with me before I headed out of town.

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Picking up Heather’s bike and a ride along the coast

Today I took Heather down to Eugene to pick up her bike from its winter storage location.  After maneuvering it out from between another motorcycle and a boat, we were off and down the road toward the coast.  We stopped at Florence to check on Heather’s bike.  It had been wobbling funny but we decided it was probably just as a result of some strange ruts in the road.

A little further north we stopped for a bathroom and stretch break before continuing to Waldport where we got gas.  The ride up to Alsea was gorgeous as always although there was a little bit of traffic that got in the way.  Up at Mary’s Peak we decided to go toward the summit but only got as far as the graveled section.  Due to some poor communication on my part, Heather turned around and I sat just beyond the gravel section like an idiot expecting her to come around the bend at any moment.  It’s probably a good thing we didn’t go up to the top though as Heather’s jacket is partially mesh and she was quickly becoming a Popsicle.

In total the ride was 256 miles.  Or maybe less.  Google Maps seems to want to make our route go through the logging roads on the west side of Marys Peak.  Ignore that deviation…

I got gas twice.  The first stop in Eugene was 2.281 gallons at 108.7 miles for 47.67 mpg, half of which was with a passenger.  The second stop was in Waldport where I took on 1.653 gallons at 89.5 miles giving me a great average of 54.14mpg.  When I’m easier on the throttle and not pounding up the twisties I get MUCH better fuel economy.  Funny how that works 🙂

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