Despite a forecast of rain and cold weather, it was actually a nice sunny day, so I decided to replace the clutch hub on my Suzuki GS1000. The clutch (and transmission) is gear driven from the crank, and the clutch hub tries to separate itself from the primary gear after a few thousand miles. I had one that had been repaired with nice tight cush springs and rivets, and a crack had been tig welded also.
I installed everything, fired it up, and straight away it made a hell of a clatter. I stripped it back down again, and it was obvious that the weld bead was hitting something, so I ground a couple of mm off it, and started to re-install it. Just then I was mobbed by a bunch of young women from "The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints" who ostensibly wanted to chat about Jesus, but actually seemed more interested in my motorcycles, so they all sat there and watched me rebuild my clutch.
I put everything back together and fired it up, and they all clapped and cheered when I told them that they'd all helped me fix it, and they seemed genuinely happy that my clutch was no longer rattling. I put all my tools away and explained that I had to test ride it, so they (almost reluctantly) excused themselves after a group prayer of thanks to God for giving me the skills to fix my troublesome clutch, and invited me to a Sunday night get-together. Most of them were fairly attractive, but I Just couldn't imagine that their idea of a "get-together" would involve drinking and debauchery, so I declined. All in all though, not a bad day. Cheers, Terry.
