Tonight I spent a solid two and half hours in the garage working on my other bike. Given my sporadic bursts of work towards getting the VX800 roadworthy once again, I've forgotten what a horrible, evil, cruel and generally rotten trick the Suzuki designers played on all of us. It's not as bad as, say, a Ford Bronco II in terms of impossibility, but it's getting there.
After grunting and swearing and taking several stretch-and-calm-down breaks, I finally got the last valve adjusted (yay!).
This stupid valve-adjustment has to be one of the most stupidly difficult things I've ever done. It's not that adjusting the valves was that hard (though it wasn't a walk in the part), it's that the previous owners had done some weird stuff to the bike.
Like this double-ended bolt holding on the rear intake valves on the hard-to-get-to side (and sealed with loc-tite, naturally).
It took me an hour of grab-twist 1/20th rotation-grab with a pair of needle nose vice grips to get that little bastard out.
Why would anyone put that kind of fastener in that spot? It would have been easier to put a proper bolt in. The hardware store sells them for fifty cents (or less) each.
I can only assume that someone was fucking with me.
Making matters worse was the open-mike-night going on across the street at the coffee shop. "When the Lights Go Down In The City" wasn't good when Journey did it, and Steve Perry was a significantly better singer than whoever the yodeler at the coffee shop was. *
Well, I'm going to bed now, because I hurt and I'm severly annoyed and I want this dumb day to be over.
*Note to open-mike-night performers: Pink Floyd, Journey and Radiohead songs sound simple because the musicians in those bands were/are phenomenal. Even other bands who have made it can't perform them as well as the originals. Please stop covering them.