I have been trying to get my clutch to work on my KLR 650 for about 6 months now but only seriously for about 3 months now because I was too ill in the fall to worry about my motorcycle running properly.
So, today I realized when I was trying to free up the clutch by rocking the motorcycle back and forward while it was in gear with the clutch depressed with the left handle grip I sensed the motorcycle was going to fall over soon. (after all I'm an intuitive and I often can sense things before they happen). My priority right then was that I didn't want the bike to fall over into my wife's Forrester all wheel drive car. So, I pushed it forward and tried to rock it again.Then my neighbor across the street came out to get his mail and to say "Hi" so I said "Hi" and then he went inside and then for some reason the bike fell over on it's left side, (which wouldn't have been a problem if I hadn't had a hernia in 2015 because I can't pick up that much weight now without putting myself in the hospital.
Here's the dry and wet weight:176 kg (388 lb) (dry) 196 kg (432 lb) (wet)
So, this is bike that you have to be strong enough to lift up yourself and I can't do that anymore even while wearing a weight belt like I was today. I attempted to pick it up and realized this was a mistake if I wanted to stay alive and let it go down again.
Then I thought about building a tripod like people use to pull car or truck engines out of 3 8 foot 2by 4's but then realized on the pavement (cement of my driveway the bottoms of the 2 by 4's would slip out. then I got a pry bar I have made out of a 1930s truck drive line from engine to rear end and I was able to pry up the bike up under my knee and hold the seat on my knee but then realized I couldn't get it up any further without injuring myself at age 71 (I'll be 72 soon). I tried to tell my wife that I needed my wife (who has a master's degree and two bachelor's degrees to help me strategize what to do next. Because for some reason gasoline was now coming out of my left handlebar which I still can't figure out why it was doing this. But, I realized a spark might set off the gasoline which might set the bike's gas tank on fire too.
So, I gave up on the metal pry bars (including one weight lifting bar) because I didn't want sparks and a motorcycle engine on fire.
So, my next idea was to use the 8 foot 2by 4s as pry bars and this worked pretty good especially when my wife finally came out to help me. But, the problem was that as we did this the bike started sliding away from us across the pavement. So then I had to move my rear Tundra 4wd Truck tire up next to the rear motorcycle tire which is where most of the weight is on most motorcycles (on the rear tire) when they are vertical and upright.
So, then a neighbor lady came and held one of the two by 4s and I was able to get a hold of the handlebars and set it upright against the rear tire of my truck but I had to be careful not to ding my right rear truck fender too. Then I couldn't get it out of gear so pushing it forward was a problem too.
But, here's the "Little Hurt instead of Big hurt" part. I had realized that we were saving someone's life by all this because of my experience with Geshela the Tibetan Buddhist Lama and teacher. So, I asked my wife "what was the piece that broke off the bike?" And she said "I see one here on the right peg that goes just under the peg!" "It's off the bottom of the peg you put your foot on on both sides of the bike!"
So, sure enough it was off the bottom of the left foot peg of my motorcycle and had broken off when the bike had fallen down to the left.
I said I wonder if our friend in Portland's peg that threw him off the road was the left one. My older daughter's old boyfriend had almost died last summer because one of these things on one of the pegs had caught in a turn and threw him off the road.
So, I called him realizing this might be important and he said, 'Yes. The peg stud that threw me off the road was the left one like broke off your peg today!"
So, then I realized I was protecting my daughter's ex somehow today. He then told me he wanted to get his motorcycle fixed and was going to take it to Washington to make sure the frame wasn't bent in the accident last summer that gave him a concussion, threw him about 100 feet over a cliff and down near a river and broke his ankle to the point where he had to have metal pins put in. But, his helmet and riding clothes basically saved his life then.
So, at first I tried to talk him out of fixing his bike but realized he was 35 soon and was his own man and was going to do whatever he was going to do.
So, hopefully Geshela is up there watching all this and still helping from the heaven realms.
Because that's exactly what today felt like: "Little hurt instead of big hurt". I didn't get injured at all and hopefully this might keep my daughter's ex alive.
by God's Grace
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