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"We got an oil problem"
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It rapidly became obvious, that the breather valve had not been replaced correctly. Normally this valve lets out air when the pistons go in and closes when they go back out again. Thus creating a low pressure in the crankcase Now the valve had been rotated a little, so there was high pressure in the crankcase. And try to keep the oil in under these circumstances! |
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Every time we sealed one leak, a new one appeared within minutes, we drag an oil track all the way from Trolhättan to Enschede. On one occasion I forgot to tighten the oil cap after a refill. That was fun! the oil stuck even on the rear tail light and our clothes were dripping. So we stepped into an gas station: 'we got a slight oil problem, you got some paper?'. We had to clean their floor afterwards As long as we drove there was no problem a refill every now and then could not fix. But standing at a trafic light I could see nothing because of the smoke. The exhaust puts out more smoke in front then in the back. So with the green there was always that blind moment... | |
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YES!!! we made it. A speeding ticket with a Dnepr. We got flashed from the front, so I thought i was in the clear. Unfortunately 500 m further we were stopped and had to pay. It is a bit ironic, driving no faster than 80 km/h for 5000 km and still get a speeding ticket |
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Near Hamburg the second rear wheel spline gave up, so we had to go through the routine again: borrow a jack, make a wheel ready to be rear wheel with all spokes, put it back on. But as I said: this is routine. Only one person stopped and asked if we needed any help: a pregnant woman. Later on, when cooling down next to a trafic jam it was a hells angel. The solid german man is obviously too good to stop. Or are we spoiled in Scandinavia? | |
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Back home! And she made it all on her own (with a little help from us). This is our local brewery. And we could use a good beer after Scandinavia. A nice bloke took the picture of us both Only 1 km from home we were stopped by a policeman. He had seen us exchange a packet with a known drugs dealer... Perhaps the friendly bloke was not so friendly? Took us a while to convince the law we were straight. And then: a real bed again. feels good. | |