It was a beautiful thing..... everything went back together as it should... I had loads of compression.... it started easy and when I stopped there wasn't three quarts of oil beneath it. I even hit it with some degreaser and hosed her off. The sun was setting and the insects where buzzing about. It smelled like rain and the gravel roads were moist. When I rolled through town... it seemed as if everyone was cheering me on. I just rolled with it and waved like I was important. A quick glance back.... main street was smoked out. My rear exhaust was billowing like a smoke house.... I hope the towns people appreciated the fact that I just killed off the entire mosquito population in Dekalb County. I already have an Ironhead that smokes more than Slippery Pete so I wasn't happy to see my PanShovel puff the blue cloud.
I thought...... it must be a valve guide. I didn't replace them in the rear but checked them over before putting everthing together and they seemed fine. Compression was still good. I put the bike back on the bench for the third time this week. Off with its head....
It was painful to take it back apart but I knew it had to be done. What I found is a simple fix but frustrating non the less.
P.S. I can't wait to get rid of these silly handlebars.
Head gasket with 20 miles on it.
It blew out at the oil passage filling the chamber with oil. Which explains why it smoked more as I let off the throttle.
Why can't you just learn to love me? In time you will find that I spend more quality time, more money and Love you more than any other woman on this earth. Maybe I should just ignore you and treat you shitty..... then maybe you will love me back.