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Had the first real Ural hiccup Saturday afternoon. Had me thinking it might cost many rubles but it was a cheap fix, just lots of time to diagnose.

Anyway, after the pic with my new friend was taken, the two of us were in a parade for Bike Bald, a children's cancer organization. Two miles in first gear with a lot of stops. I killed the engine if the stops were more than a couple minutes. The bike was parked for a couple of hours during the rest of the festivities, where I kept saying "No, it's not a BMW.", "Yes, it really is a 2007"., and "Yes, it really is a godless commie Russian motorcycle."

I'm almost home when I had to do a bit of WOT maneuvering to keep from getting smooshed. About a hundred yards further down the road at a normal speed, the right cylinder backfired through the carb and shut down. I got the bike running again and got home with the cylinder cutting in and out and farting through the carb.

Long story short, I got it squared away. A lot of carbon deposits in the right cylinder and I'm guessing something broke loose and ended up on the valve seats. So, carbs were gone through, correct plugs, new K & N air filter, and balanced carbs. I only got a short ride in this evening, so I didn't get a chance to yank a plug to check the color but all is good now.

A few pics of Saturdays' event.
1951 Aston Martin. Unrestored and owned by the same family since 1953. And a ubiquitous 57 Chevy.


1956 Lincoln Continental. Had a built 390 under the hood.


Lambretta.


FDR giving a speech.


I kept calling this guy Cap't. Hastings after Hugh Frasers character in 'Poirot'.

Even though he has Lt. bars.

One of the corrections on the Ural. The right, sooty Autolite plug is supposed to be a direct replacement for the NGK on the right. I don't think so.