Listen closely young Jedi, so fail you do not! Like this one hmmm?
First off a little background on myself I'm 58 and in good physical shape. In my early twenties I worked for a trucking company changing tires on semi trucks. We did it all with hand tools, so even though it was a long time ago I figured I was a natural to change my own motorcycle tires.
I bought all the necessary tools, wheel balancer, wheel weights, valve stems and new tires. All this added up to more than the cost to have a new set of tires installed at the dealer but I figured I'd have the tools now and do all my own changes.
So I begin, I get the rear wheel off pretty smoothly and I broke the bead using a long 2x4 to pry down on the bead, this method is all over the internet and with a little effort it worked pretty well, so far so good, I'm feeling pretty good about myself at this point. Then I remove the old tire, again after a little fumbling and sweat I got it off. Still good.
Now on with the new tire, I put my rim savers on, lube up the tire and start levering on the new one. Almost immediately one of the pry bars that I really have my back into slips off and I go flying forward and smash my finger on a sharp edge on the hub! #%*¥+*^%!!! Ok ok just give me a minute to regroup, it hurts like hell but the show must go on. After about 20 minutes of wrestling tire and tire irons I finally get it on. I am completely winded and sit down to rest. As I'm sitting there, looking at the tire I realize I forgot all about directional rotation. I'm thinking I've got a 50/50 chance that it's right. If you guessed that it was wrong, give that man a Cupie doll! I'm thinking " Oh man! Now I've gotta pry that sucker off and do it all over again!"
So here we go again, only this fresh tire is much harder to remove than the old one. When I finally get it off I notice that somehow I pinched a tiny piece of the bead off, just a little spot smaller than a match head. ImageUploadedByMO Free1432507891.644006.jpg
I'm thinking not much I can do about it but forge ahead and see what happens. After another exhausting round of wrestling tire irons and needing three hands I finally get it on and fill it with air and I soap up the bead to make sure it's airtight. No such luck, the bead has a very tiny stream of bubbles coming from it. The tire has been ruined. Crap! Crap! Crap!
That's it! I'm done! I give up! I'll pay the bastards whatever they want! I'm out!
So let's recap,
One smashed finger.....check!
$231 dollars worth of tires I can't use....check!
$83 dollars worth of tire tools soon to be listed for sale......check!
One new torque wrench and metric sockets set that Harbour freight probably won't let me return....check!
One motorcycle rendered un rideable ...check!
A trip to the dealer where I have to explain why I want him to take that brand new tire off and throw it in the trash and please let me pay you another $350 to mount a set of tires for me ...check, check , check!!!!!!
Sometimes a mans just got to know
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