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concrete72
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Not that kind ok f tranny.
4 speed 87 sporty. Lower end is making all sorts of sounds in 2nd & 3rd gear. Mountain riding super hot day. I managed the last 50 miles with lots of coasting and dropping it into 4th and making it work. Sounds like it's. A bit of a screetch. Any help I'm in the mountains so I'll have to limp into town for any parts or fluids. I have oil and tools.
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I dont think that you should limp it any where. Take it apart and repair it before you limp until it is no longer repairable.
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Originally Posted by RustyShackleford66
I dont think that you should limp it any where. Take it apart and repair it before you limp until it is no longer repairable.
RustyShackleford66
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Is there oil in it??
Primary chain adjusted properly?
I am worried about seizure and case damage...Good Luck!
What park are you in?
farmall
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If it squalls in specific gears that would indicate a tranny teardown and repair.
That's not a field fix for most people. If you've never done it it's not a field fix for you. How many miles are you away from home?
"Oops, tranny went bye-bye, now how do I get this POS back to the house so I can get on with life?"
If it locks up at speed you can crash and die, or it can blow the back of the transmission case out in classic Sportster fashion.You can't save yourself from a locked transmission by using the clutch, by the way.
Can you rent a truck in town and get it home that way?
You could post in the Chop Cult Travel Assistance thread and see if someone is in rescue range.
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concrete72
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I'm 250 mi. Out. I can arrange a truck. So just in hopes that its this simple could this be a low fluid issue? I pulled the drainage screw an nothing comes out. Just hoping. I'm not looking to crash so I'll play it safe and figue out a way to get it home. Thanks.
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You pulled the plug and nothing came out? Holy cow. When was your last service? Did you do it or have a shop? How long did you ride after you had symptoms? And regardless of who last serviced the tranny where did the oil go if there was fluid in it?
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You have most likely done damage.
You will likely need serious repairs. But at this time it is probably repairable.
Add oil and try it.....Maybe it will last?
I would haul it home.
Seizure at speed is a real concern. And extreme damage will be done.
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You pulled the plug and nothing came out? Holy cow. When was your last service? Did you do it or have a shop? How long did you ride after you had symptoms? And regardless of who last serviced the tranny where did the oil go if there was fluid in it?
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Cool thanks. Live and learn. Never have taken too good of care of my bikes. I need to do better. Thanks for all the input. I'll put oil in tomorrow and give it a spin.
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Pull the bitch apart as soon as you can before you triple or quadruple the cost of the problem by launching parts of gears out through the case (like i did this spring on my 87)
..also imagine your back tire locking up unexpectedly .. Just imagine...
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