G'Day everybody,
I am not new to my Harley, a 1942 WLA on full rego and with a few mods to keep it going, and have had it for about 8 years but don't really get around much. I recently took off on the Turkey run to Uralla and realised I was missing out. It was good to have a blast and make new friends.
I am a member of the 42WLA user group on Yahoo but this focuses mostly on restoration whereas I just enjoy riding.
I am always on the verge of getting rid of it however as I have watched enviously from the side of the road as you fellas on more modern bikes, with your push button starts, roar off while I sit kicking myself silly, massaging life into the old girl. I also wouldn't mind being able to get out for a blatt with my missus like we used to on my other bikes. I also have a '72 CB350 but it is currently experiencing electrical issues and I don't have the reddies to sort them.
Still, the Walla attracts attention, is a good conversation starter and continues to give me loads of enjoyment without worrying too much about road wear, washing and polishing or having it knocked off its stand at a car park. It came back from Uralla with less paint than it left with (and on the back of a truck due to a combination of factors) but still took me a few days to wipe the grin off my face.
Cheers.
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Hey Rundoid!
Welcome Rundoid hope you enjoy the forums.
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G'day m8 & welcome ... ...
Apologies for the delayed reply, I don't get on the PC much.
I had a good run from Sydney up to Newcastle to rally with the rest of the riders. The day went well as we moved off and I seem to recall that the first time I had to stop at a red light was just the other side of Singleton (thanks to the marshalls). I fuelled up at Quirindi where we also had a barby and a few quiet ales. All was good till the other side of Bendemeer when the Walla started to buck and pull up. I suspected dirty fuel as it would idle and pull fine on the flat but I had to crawl up the mountain in the breakdown lane. Made it though, till we were waved in to the last marshalling area, about 2 k's out of town. We were supposed to ride into town in formation. The Walla wouldn't start however and a once over found no charge in the battery and the positive post snapped off the coil, perhaps due to an extended section of rain damaged pavement along by Lake Keepit. The upshot was a lift by the supprt vehicle into town and then some early morning gerry-rigs all of which failed. I couldn't source a new battery in town, anyway change over basically revolves around removing the rear gaurd, or a coil. So we travelled back by truck and I was able to kick back and enjoy the parade, bands and a few more quiet ales without having to worry about jumping in the saddle for the run back.
Was a quick fix in the end but I was disappointed not to have made it particularly given the number of knockers who had said as much during the day. Cold comfort that a few newer and more expensive bikes than mine also ended up on trailers.
Thanks to Craig at Motow and Uralla Motor Repairs (cleanest workshop I have ever been into) and all those who stood around with me scratching at chins and pulling at beards.
Simon.
