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IMS Tank, Pegs and Shifter Tech
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Member Since 1999
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Installing
the IMS 7 gallon desert tank. We keep going and going and going... Story and photos by Andy Cohen In
search of bigger and better has always been my motto and this rings true even
when it comes to gas tanks. The bigger the tank the farther you go right?
After having my bike in numerous pieces for the better part of a week while Big
Gun fixed my pipe (nice job too by the way) and the excitement of new IMS pegs
and shifter which paled in comparison to the chubby I got when I opened the box
that contained my IMS Valdez tank I was having trouble containing myself. I
decided that while the tank was off I would also change the coolant to Cycle
Logic's engine ice for the ride to Moab and give a nice long test of claims
promising cooler temps. So I removed the stock tank and the fuel lines and
the emission hoses and set the tank side by side for a comparison shot which can
be seen below and set about the task of changing out the coolant and tank. Let
me begin by telling you all this process has to be thought out like a bank
heist, I mean where the hell was the coolant going to go, the neighbors cat is
only gonna drink so much and after that I have to get rid of it somehow. Problem
two, and this more of a statement than a question. There is no good way to
drain one tank of gas into another. If you have ever heard the expression
"monkey fucking a football" that is, I am sure what I looked like
during what I first anticipated as being an easy day. The
rest of the job progressed into a natural state of being more difficult than I
had imagined, another problem popped up as the container I had available to use
as a coolant transport (so I could take I to the local auto parts store and
dispose of it properly) wasn’t big enough and my wife wouldn’t let me use
one of her pots (absolutely no sense of humor in that woman). Solution;
Find more cats. After
hanging a bunch of cats from the fence like Boda's and filling them up with used
coolant I was ready to flush the system and pour in the Cycle Logic engine ice.
Here I find myself at impasse as I have no temporary fuel delivery system and in
order to run the bike to check the coolant level the tank must be installed
(albeit temporarily). With the tank
installed however there is no good way to check the coolant level.
Note to self; send hate mail to Kawasaki engineers. Now
at this time I have not installed the hardware from the old tank to the new tank
because I have nowhere to put the fuel and my wife has padlocked the cupboards.
So I turn the tank which by the way it almost full and begin to remove the
petcock. The bolts that secure the petcock to the tank can only be removed
by using a Phillips screwdriver even though they have a bolt head on them alas
there is no room for a socket, another cruel twist perpetrated by the Japanese
upon us Anglo fools (at least me anyway). I
finally get the damn thing apart, which included a bath in Arco's best 87 octane
and after installing the petcock in the new tank I now have to talk my wife into
holding the funnel so I can (carefully honey I promise) pour the gas into a
jerry can so I can measure the amount. What I didn’t know was that the
day before I paid for a manicure which included but was not limited to a new set
of nails with polish and topcoat ($40) what I do know now is that nail
polish and gasoline do not make good bedfellows. Note to self; a cheapo pot is less expensive than a full set
of manicured nails. I
finally get the new tank on the bike, the coolant level just right, the new pegs
installed and change the shifter (which I should have done before the tank as
the gas I got all over myself would have washed away all the grease and shit
from the swapping out the shifter, (but hey that’s why I writing this so you
can learn from my mistakes) and decide to clean up and go for a ride to the gas
station to top off the tank and see how much it holds. After
washing myself in the hose in the driveway (I’m not allowed in the house now
because we have a gas stove and dinner is cooking) I don my new Shoei Syncrotech
(shameless plug) and ride over to the Arco station where I proceed to go inside
as the gas island machine doesn’t Fuckin’ work!!!!! The girl behind
the counter must get aroused by my new O de Arco and asks if I have been
drinking from the pump, she smiles showing only one good tooth. I flip her
a twenty and head back to my bike to fill her up. As the sun is now
setting and basks the parking lot in an orange glow I can see that I have vapors
coming off my body (now I know how people in New Jersey feel). Before
I left the house I had transferred about 5 gallons in the tank and when I was
done filling up I had added another 2.4 gals. Even through the gasoline
was still burning my crotch I got a
woody. When I questioned the IMS folks they said the black tank will
shrink less than the green and clear tanks, it has something to do with the
polymers in the darker color. So
I now have close to 7.5 gallons in my tank and it’s already been Line-X'd over
the fluorinated protective seal so it weighs a bit more now.
In my infinite wisdom I whack open the throttle leaving the toothless
wonder and head across toward the intersection of 40th and Waterman, otherwise
known as the jump of doom. 40th and Waterman is in a direct line from the
base of the San Bernardino mountains and sees a lot of heavy water run off when
the snow melts so it looks very much like the grand canyon, it is four lanes
wide and I have hit this intersection at high speeds before and cleared the
entire intersection in both my Ranger Prerunner and my KLR. Let
me tell you all about how heavy gasoline is, 8 pounds per gallon on the average.
Hmnn, 60 pounds of fuel and the tank is no slouch either, in its pure form about
the same as the steel version but the line-x is an addition you will notice and
puts on about another 2.5 pounds. Time
for a math lesson, my fat ass + 60 pounds of fuel + 2.5 pounds of line-x = 335
pounds! I
remember a little while ago we were all discussing where the term Squid rider
comes from, the consensus is anyone riding totally out of control on their bike
with their arms and legs flappin’ in the breeze is a Squid. I am now
Squid. I
hit the intersection in third gear, standing on the pegs with all my weight as
far back as I could get it and it didn’t matter a lick. For the first
time in about 2 years I saw my whole life flash before my eyes, my feet came off
the pegs so high I thought I was gonna kick my own ass. So here I am doing
the squid version of a superman through the intersection pissing my pants and
looking straight over the tall Rifle screen at the front of the tire and the
bike starts to come out of the stratosphere with me still not on the pegs. This
is very bad I think to myself. I found the pegs about the same time as I
landed and I think that was purely by default, as I needed something to take the
weight off my flattened balls, I couldn’t even scream the pain was so bad and
now it was becoming more difficult to breathe. I figured it couldn’t get
any worse until the bike bounced again and started heading for the next lane and
some lady in a Honda Civic. The look on her face was almost as terrified
as mine as my eyeballs were pressed against the visor I am sure she got a good
look at them. By some stroke of good fortune I was able to regain control
of the black missile and stopped in time for the next light. I
tried to look cool with a wet spot on my pants when she pulled up next to me and
shot me a look of disapproval. So
what did I learn? Too much weight that far forward on the bike is not
conducive to jumping, I can do a perfect squid impersonation and cats hold a lot
of coolant. But
in retrospect I can go a lot farther now, if I can remember to be smart enough
to live through it. Andy
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