Thursday, September 15, 2011

Working 20 stories up


Look close at the photo, the two guys in the middle are repairing the brick work 20 stories up the side of a the Graybar building.  I took this picture while on a conference call at work. Certainly puts the day to day work hassles in perspective.

What is crazy - at least to me - is that I once worked in a similar environment.

When in the Navy and station on the aircraft carrier U.S.S. America, my shop had responsibility for maintaining (nice way of saying chipping and painting) the top mast which was nearly 200 feet above the water.  The logic was that we were computer and electronic technicians, some of our equipment (radar, radios, other not to be defined stuff) was up on the mast, so who better to tend it without breaking it than a bunch of geeks?

When up on the mast, it would be the tallest structure around, you could see the curve of the earth, and the planes below on the flight deck would look like model toys. Hard to imagine I was once skinny enough to fit through all the tight spots and fit enough to climb that high up (no motorized winches for us geeks!).

I have some pretty amazing stories from working on the mast.

The best story, or rather just the best experience, was just eating a box lunch overlooking the harbor in Cannes France - incredible view on a perfect day. The worst was helping to recover a co-worker who'd slipped, was saved by his safety line, but lost his nerve to get down. The funniest was when a colleague, who was told he had to stay up "till all the paint was gone", promptly hurled the ten gallon can over the side from 20 stories up, barley missing the flight deck on the way down! And the weirdest was turning around to see the CO had climbed all the way up to the top of the mast, saying he was there to check on the job we were doing (but more likely there to just check out the view).

I wonder if these guys will be remembering working here in thirty years?

Monday, September 5, 2011

The first thousand miles


After I'd had the retired police bike for a few weeks the odometer had an additional thousand miles tacked on it. Mileage included day rides around New Hampshire and Maine, several highway trips between NH and New York City, and a few trips out to Long Island. During this period I've had a few observations that I'll cover subsequently.

Rick & Bill in Laconia NH
No buyers remorse

I like this bike. It fits me very well; the ergonomics are good - other than the minor issues below - and it feels light and nimble enough to navigate around traffic but also strong and sturdy on the highway. I also like that it was a used, er, retired bike and so not dreading the first scratch or being too fussy about it's polish - I tend to ride em hard and put em away wet - thought I have to say this bike does looks pretty amazing.


Stiff clutch

The bike's manual clutch lever was painful to hold for an extended period. Initially, I'd thought it was just that my grip was out of shape due to a few years of not riding. After a few weeks, however, I still felt the burn - especially in NYC stop and go traffic. Turned out I wasn't imagining it. According to retiredpolicebikes.com the 103 cubic inch Police bikes had a heavier clutch spring (37807-03) which added about 30% to the pull - all others have the stock spring (37882-06). I had no plan to downgrade the spring but at least I didn't feel like such a wimp after seeing the issue documented.


Hot Pipes

I expected an air cooled 103 V Twin to produce some heat and so didn't over think the "hotter than a cheep toaster" experience.  I even got my first ever "love bite" from a pipe - burnt so quick I didn't feel it. However, while viewing the retiredpolicebikes.com site I found that excessive heat was a known issue with the FLHTP 2010's due to new catalytic converters which caused more back pressure. Nothing I couldn't live with while the bike was under warranty - but good to know there were some options down the road.


Squeaky


Okay, noticed after a few rides I'm getting a very noticeable metal on metal squeak.  Haven't isolated just where it's coming form yet, might be seat mount or suspension. The air suspension is maxed out  for my weight. Need to investigate further, just mention it now as it's kind of comical as I mount up (squeak squeak squeak ...).




Stay tuned for further adventures in riding.