In March 2010, I found a 1998 Triumph Daytona T595 on eBay. A fantastic Strontium Yellow motorcycle, very low mileage and near showroom condition. After six years in storage, when I fired the old beast up and he sat burbling on tickover and test rode like a dream. With a big cheesy grin, I handed over a wedge of American dollars and set off on the three hour ride home… With the engine howling the perfect grin inducing triple chorus… Tiberius the Trumpet was re-born…. the T595 journey began!
This website will chronicle that journey…
1998 Triumph Daytona T595
Yesterday, I was delighted to go collect my 1998 Daytona T595 from some ebay Bloke. I’m told the bike has been in storage for the last 4 years but the last registered date on the license plate is 2004(!) so I suspect its been in storage a little longer than that.
So, I flew to his house in North Carolina where it was sitting refilled with oil, water and new battery. On first inspection I was totally delighted, the bike really is in fantastic condition and everyone that has seen it so far can’t believe it is from 1998…. but I digress.. Fuel was low but there a few slurps in the bottom of the tank. Filled with delicious Premium Petrol and the Daytona fired up on virtually the first turn, ran a little rough for a minute or so then settled into a nice purr.
I let it warm for a few minutes then took it for a very gentle spin around the block: it rode perfect. So I got back to eBay chaps house, turned it off, gave him some dosh, restarted and rode off: it rode perfect. Much better than I expected and I spent the next fifteen minutes riding easily 40-60mph with a huge grin on my face.
But then… on the outskirts of town…. *cough* *cough* *splutter*
The engine died and I rolled to a stop.
It looks like the fuel pump has packed up? It turns over, tries to start but just sounds like its not getting any fuel… no smell from exhaust…
Anyway, life is to short to be upset of these little moments of excitement, so I quickly rented a little PENSKE truck (which just happened to be down the end of the road) and loaded up, heading for Virginia and my garage for a tinker.
Of course, while packing for a move to another country thats half way round the world, one of the things you dont pay to move is an old assorted collection of hand-me-down tools… it’s only when you need tools that you swear, grimace and wish you had packed them rather than that sentimental wool-sweater than your Grannie knitted for you in 1976.
Off in the dimmest and darkest corners of Noke-Land is a little tool supplier AmPro. On recommendation from a friend of a friend, Joe, we took a little trip down there to review their tool selection and think about buying a tool set.
An hour later, a decisive moment and a few hundred bucks lighter I was trundling home with a big shiney red toolbox in the back of the Porker.
So far, I’m totally impressed. It’s great build quality and when you consider its backed with a lifetime no-quibble replacement guarantee. Can it get any better?
Double Thumbs Up!
A great opportunity to give the motorcycle a good spring clean.
So, here is the mission
I’m in no rush so can strip down and take my time. Knowing nothing about bike mechanics, beyond my teenage experience of oil changes in my Mk1 Ford Escort, it’s going to be fun.
So, got myself a Haynes Manual for the Yellow Peril on good trusty old eBay and it’s time for some Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Mechanics…
Thanks to Joe, a top bloke who is a room mate for my brother in law, I bribed him with copious bottles of Strongbow to spend an afternoon over here helping me strip it down without breaking anything.
Thanks for the help Joe you bugger!! That looked like a motorcycle an hour ago… turn up… drink my cider… dismantle my bike… scratch yer head… drink another cider… give up and go home… Git!
Of course, more realistically, it may not start ever again but we shall see.
I’m irrationally optimistic. 😉