These Carbs Are Infact Bad

So stripping the carbs has been met with some success, and some not quite so successful bits. I managed to get one of the two steel rails that join the carbs off, the other I just can't shift despite soaking in Silkopen over a week and using a bit of shock on the JIS screws that I'm definitely using the correct tool upon


Slides and bowls have come off OK, and I'm just removing the component parts, but everything is covered in this salty scale. It's part road dirt but mainly I think the effects of E10 petrol at a guess and water that's attracted to the ethanol polling and doing damage. I might be wrong but that's my theory... Everything is either covered in filth and scale, or has been chewed up though. I only just managed to get one of the pilots out, it had really been attacked in the past.


Weirdly this pilots spring was fine, the other one was a completely furred in, had to tease it out with a pick, brake cleaner and a tactical tap onto the bench into the end.


 

Scale present in the bottom of the float bowls, and around the gaskets.


 
Some of the brass came out surprisingly clean, some was completely furred up. Luckily I've got some replacements and Martin, the gentleman who will be rebuilding these says he has plenty of spares in his workshop too. Thankfully the carb repair kit turned up today so I can hand everything over tomorrow and hopefully by the time I'm home next I'll have a (small) bill to pay and a fully working set of carbs I can throw at the bike.


As always, this ride and my efforts to get to the start line are all for a very good cause. If you're reading this and enjoying it may I please ask you to have cast around for any spare change you might have and pop it in the Cancer Research fund-raising page at:

https://fundraise.cancerresearchuk.org/page/spikesldu

Thank you :)

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