Ah, that sucks, Greggers. Throw a cheap pair of aftermarkets on there until you can get an OEM - keep 'er rolling!
So I was heading down the highway....
All the best stories start that way, don't they? But let me back up a bit. First, I'm a coward, but I'm not a cautious one. Drive it until it 'splodes is my credo.
Last week my tank overflowed and soaked my tank decals, lifting them off and leaving them looking extremely nasty. Then, the same day, I picked up that unusual new noise at high rpm. Friday morning I put the bike in the garage and didn't look at it again until Monday night when it was time to go to work. I WANTED to work on it over the weekend. But I was depressed. I get that way sometimes.
Imagine my surprise to discover that four days in a hot garage had neatly reseated my decals. They're not perfect, but you have to look close to see the damage. As long as I resist the maddening temptation to pick at them like scabs, they should stay right where they are. Colour me pleased. Sometimes procrastination IS your friend.
Other times not so much. Remember, folks, my purpose in life is to serve as a warning to others...
I slept in on Monday and didn't have time to check for anything that might be loose and rattling. I quickly gave every nut, bolt and thingy a finger tightening, and couldn't find anything obvious, so off I went to work. Still making that noise but not any better or worse.
This morning, leaving work, I hopped on a 400 Series highway (local version of an interstate). "Screw it!" I said. If it's an engine thing, I have nowhere to be except home, so if it's gonna blow I want to do it now! If it's something coming loose, let the damn thing fall off, so I can put it back on!
So I'm heading down the highway, but the wind noise is so bad at 120 km/h, I can't tell if anything is getting worse or not. I can't hear the noise at all, in fact. Until I come to my exit.
Have you ever heard a straight pipe Rolls Royce Merlin engine, like in a Spitfire or Mosquito? That's EXACTLY what my bike sounded like. "OMG, pull over, you fool!"
It was the rear mount for the gas tank had come off. The nut was left somewhere down the highway. What a noise it makes when that thing comes off! It was so obnoxious (yet COOL!) noise, I had to dampen it somehow for the last several miles home. I parked my immense manhood as far up the tank as I could and the downward pressure killed the noise, but it was uncomfortable (and tickled!), so I settled for riding one-handed the rest of the way home, pushing the tank down with the other.
So it's a happy ending, really. And a reminder that when something doesn't seem right, IT ISN'T.
Apparently, these Enfields vibrate and need tightening from time to time. Who knew?