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My CBF600S has the wrong colour front brake callipers. They have obviously been replaced at some point with callipers from a naked CBF600N which are black not gold. They are functionally identical and work fine but it is getting on my tits that it’s wrong. So for no other reason than to satisfy my OCD, I am going to replace them. I got a second hand set of gold callipers from eBay for £27 and at the same time I ordered a rebuild kit for them for £34 from Wemoto. I started stripping and cleaning the callipers up today and to my surprise they are pretty good. All threads perfect and pistons appear spotless. I am waiting for the tool to come to get them out and polish them up. I know there are other ways to get the pistons out but I wanted the right tool which is coming tomorrow. I would guess that I don’t really need to replace the seals but I am going to because I have the new ones on the bench. First attempt at cleaning has brought them up quite well. There are a few minors blemishes here and there but I think the callipers will look fine once they are on the bike, after all it is 18 years old. Of course there will be more cleaning before I fit the new seals. Before anyone pipes up, if this is boring fuck off and read about Marcy’s adventures. I am a bike geak and I like this sort of stuff.

Unless they were in a bus, then you would crash into a ditch.

All done now and early indications are it has cured the oil burp. The new breathers look too pretty to cover up but I'll know they are there.

Ring my bell Twelve priests were about to be ordained. The final test was for them to line up in a row, totally nude in a garden, while a sexy, big breasted model danced before them. Each priest had a small bell attached to his willy, and they were told that anyone whose bell rang when she danced in front of them would not be ordained, because he had not reached a state of spiritual purity. The beautiful model danced before the first candidate, with no reaction She proceeded down the line with the same response from all the priests until she got to Carlos. Poor Carlos. As she danced, his bell began to ring so loudly that it flew off. It clattered across the garden and came to rest in the rose bushes. Embarrassed, Carlos quickly scrambled over to retrieve the bell, and while bending over to pick it up, all the other bells started to ring.

I admire the commitment to making it right!

Just stop oil for me, no oil no bikes. Some cyclists are arrogant arsewipes but they aren't campaining to get me off my bikes or want to take away my car.

Finally got my GMC pickup running this morning after a sprint on the Mullet to start the day off....still gotta drop the bed back down on the frame & throw the hood on. It's running a little rough but seems to be due to the old fuel that's in it. Got some Sea Foam, fresh petrol & octane booster to hopefully smooth it out...

You're prob right. I've just dropped them off. Once they arrive they're heading for an Italian restaurant so they won't be without for long