mervin

you need Paul Dawkins contact him here https://www.motorbikeregistrations.co.uk/

Always check EBC or any new plates for thickness from new , a freind put new plates in his RD400 and the clutch started slipping, he changed the oil to sae30 mineral , replaced springs with heavy duty ones , still slipped , he took new plates out again and measured them they where too thin , he put the old plates back no slip

make sure you buy the correct size kit , https://www.ebay.co.uk/itm/401065504477?mkevt=1&mkcid=1&mkrid=710-53481-19255-0&campid=5338827329&toolid=10029&customid=401065504477_1&_trkparms=ispr%3D1&amdata=enc%3A1LoXKezmMT0StzBHefkGoIg86

Happy easter everybody

aha i see you have tried bleeding it , try cable tying the clutch lever to the handlebar overnight sometimes that will let a bit of air out that bleeding does not want to shift , or back bleed it with a syronge from the nipple up to the master cylinder

if its hydraulic try bleeding it first well TBH a fluid change wont hurt it , definetly do that before opening up the engine , if it aint broke dont fix it is my motto

I bought that RD new in April 78 , but it was rural north devon things move slowly down here , i will do it Drekly we say

Thanks Jimmy

Well summat I did not know even existed turned up today. My mum recently died and my sister was turning out her old pictures. Myself and the Yamaha RD250D my sister and her Puch maxi circa 1979 I reckon, please note obligatory cat, in the form of Snoopy a formidable moggie who could leap through that fanlight window above the puch with a half grown rabbit in her mouth that she had murderded to feed her kittens with

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join www.aircooledrdclub.com introduce yourself and ask in the have you seen my RD section

Wishing the Welsh bobsleigh team good luck in the winter Olympics

should have bought an old drum brake cg125, unbreakable and go forever

Charlie was visiting an old friend and his wife for dinner. When the time came to leave, his car wouldn't start, and it was too late to call the local service station: The husband urged Charlie to stay over. There was no spare bed in the house; there wasn't even a sofa. So Charlie would have to sleep with the husband and wife. No sooner had the husband fallen asleep when the wife taped Charlie on the shoulder and motioned for him to come over to her. "I couldn't do that." He whispered. "Your husband is my best friend!" "Listen, sugar." she whispered back, "there ain't nothing in the whole wide world could wake hime up now." "I can't believe that." Charlie said. "Surely if I have sex with you, he'll wake up won't he?" "Sugar, he certainly won't. If you don't believe me, pluck a hair from his ass and see if that wakes him." Charlie did just that. He was amazed when the husband remained asleep. So he climbed over to the wife's side of the bed and had sex with her. When he finished, he climbed back to his own side. It wasn't long before she tapped him on the shoulder and beckoned him over again. Again he pulled a hair to determine if his old friend was asleep. This went on eight times during the night. Each time Charlie had sex with the woman, he first pulled out one of the husband's bum hairs. The ninth time he pulled a hair, the husband awoke and muttered. "Listen, Charlie, old pal, I don't mind you screwing my wife, but for Pete's sake, stop using my ass for a scoreboard!

A woman was enjoying a good game of golf with her girlfriends: "Oh, no." She suddenly exclaimed. "Look at the time! I have to rush home and fix dinner for my husband. He'll be so annoyed if it's not ready on time." When she got home, she discovered all she had in the fridge was a wilted lettuce leaf, an egg and a can of cat food. With no time to go to the supermarket, she opened the can of cat food, stirred in the egg and garnished it with the lettuce leaf. She greeted her husband warmly when he came home, and then watched in horror as he sat down to his dinner. To her surprise, he seemed to be enjoying it. "Darling, this is the best dinner you've made me in 40 years of marriage! You can make this for me any day." Needless to say, every golf day from then on, the woman made her husband the same dish. She told her golf partners about it and they were all horrified. "You're going to kill him!" They exclaimed. Two months later, her husband died. The women were sitting around the clubhouse, and one of them said. "You killed him! We told you that feeding him cat food every week would do him in! How can you just sit there so calmly knowing you murdered your husband?" The wife stoically replied. "I didn't kill him. He fell off the window sill while he was licking his arse!"

looks like Aladdin parked outside my house last night and it rained , the car pet got wet and wont start now