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Getting the right peg down (shiny, shiny)

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If you already read  Shiny bits shiny (pt. 1 of 100)  this blog entry won't be full of many twists or turns. Or will there? After the painfully long experience of polishing the left rearset, I finally got round to sorting out the right. Polishing wasn't my only job here though as this side also features the rear brake (as if you didn't know) but on the pluss side there isn't a heel plate, saving my some polishing at least. I had managed to remember to pick up some Autosol this time as well so the polishing process would be allot easier that the usual wet and dry system I had used on the left. I am away from my  main computer and seem to have saved all of the most recent pictures on there. So save this one starting image on the right hand side I have nothing to show for the work I have done. I'll update this in September with all of the images. The starting place is the same as before: Strip down the foot rest hangar, clean it up and work at removing...

Shiny bits shiny (pt 1 of 100)

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One of the nice bits of restoration is that not all of the jobs that need doing require you to spend hours scouring the internet for advice and parts. One of these jobs is surface finish restoration. The downside of surface finish restoration is it is time consuming, not very interesting and results in some serious "wankers cramp". It is however important and when finished quite rewarding. I elected to have a go at the left side rearset first, so went about removing, then disassembling it.  This rearset was not only corroded but had clearly been set up badly in the past, allowing the gear selector tie bar to rub against the hangar resulting in a deep gouge. So with needle files I smoothed this out then went through the grades of wet and dry from 100 to 8000 to make it look less ugly. There was no real need to go through all of the grades like that as I was going to have to do the whole hangar later but I wanted to see if this was worth keeping. New rear set...

Time to strip down the bike this time

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Brew in hand I opened the dirty work garage, tripped the alarm off and plonked the cup on the side. Walking over to the other garage (yer I have two, I don't like to brag..) I rolled the NSR out and over to the the second garage where all of my tools were kept. Bumping her up onto the wooden platform that served as floor insulation in this garage, I sat her on the side stand, cursing my lack of forethought in not buying a suitable paddock stand. I grabbed up my allen key bits and went about removing fasteners. This ended abruptly when I was confronted with m10 bolts on the side fairings. Note new fasteners needed! The right side dzus fasteners were okay however, so with this small pannel off it allowed me to take off the lower and left side panels off with a socket wrench. The front filler had a large crack threw it that the importer had plastic welded back together and seeing as the lower clips had cracked on the left and right lower fairings I left this all as one piece...

Time to strip down the bike

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A week off work gave me some time to get into a quick strip down inspection of the NSR to really get a good picture of what I have gotten myself into. But hang on, I have a [purple] smokin' hot 250cc 2T pocket rocket of joy. Lets fire this thing up!!! I put the ignition card in with a click that brought life to the LCD display of the PGM IV unit and simultaneously disengaged the steering lock: something that had stumped the importer initially with no battery connected and a bike that only wanted to be pushed in circles. I wheeled the bike out of the garage, tuned the fuel to reserve and put the choke on. With the ignition briefly off I gave the kick start a couple of slow pokes to prime things then clicking the card back in and gave her a sharp kick making her immediately rasp into life. The tick over rose then slumped into an uneasy stumble quickly, so I disengaged the choke and felt the bike settle down. Hovering my hand about the throttle the bike continued to burble a...

Where are we going

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Where did all this come from anyway? Well that is a good question but for the time being at least you are going to be finding out where this project has already been as this blog is a little way behind so I will try not to spoil things. Lets start from the original plan. That being to buy a  2 stroke 250 sports bike to fill that gap that I missed out when I was starting out on bikes. The hope with this machine was to give me a fun bike that I could fettle and tweak whilst my trusty VFR800 RC46 remained my main work horse. It basically came down to a short list of the NSR250 MC18 (late model) and 21. There was also the wild card of a VJ22 RGV250. I have been a bit of a Honda rider of late and the Suzuki was the one that got away when I went GSXR400 instead but my riding history is for another day. This was not an exclusive list however. It was all a matter of what is available now? Many other bikes like the KR1S were getting rare so a bit steep and the the only TZR that really ...

The beginning

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On the 21st of June at 8pm I was stood, on hold to the bank whilst Cal frantically rewired his trailer in a farm courtyard. 2 hours drive from home I was facing the very real prospect of having to unload my as yet unpaid for bike and go home empty handed and defeated. The bike in question is the Honda NSR250 MC28 SE. I came across this bike a month earlier on eBay and had put a low bid in, you know, just in case. Unsurprisingly I was outbid and all was forgotten until a fortnight later when the seller emailed me with tails of wow from a line of crap ebayers and as a result was prepared to take the hit and sell it to me for this low bid. Well the chance to own the much talked about MC28 with its smart card and digital PGM4 ignition for the the price of an MC21 was not going to be missed!  I met my good friend and colleague Cal at work where he had kindly offered to help me, with the use of his trailer, to go pick up this new bike as I had no trailer of my own and the bike was u...