Last night I bought a 2004 FJR so my buddy and I can ride up to Glacier next week. Bike was fine on the test ride. Naturally, as soon as I ponied up the cash and rode it out of the neighborhood the bike will not allow me to shift into 3rd gear!! I'm not a newbie to riding, but have been away for 10 years, so I'm pretty sure I know how to shift gears. After much coaxing, and a few observations about its ancestry, I finally managed to get into 3rd -5th on the freeway (once in 3rd, fourth and fifth gears were no problem) to get home. But today, the bike again won't shift past 2nd gear. Any ideas? I called the seller who, of course, claims no knowledge of the gearbox ever misbehaving. The bike has only 23,900 miles on it, and appears to be cared for, so I am at a loss. I looked throughout the forum, but not extensively, and didn't find a thread where this was mentioned. It might be a bit tough to get it to a dealer riding in second gear all the way. Thanks in advance for any information, WAGs or brilliant solutions.
After I wrote the above posting, I peeled off my gear and stewed about my problem, then realized that I had left the bike on the street. So I went out to pull it into the garage and tried the gears. Lo and behold, it shifted perfectly normally and I could swear that mean little Cerulean machine was looking back at me saying "Wha-a-at?! There's no problem here! You must be mistaken."
So I go back in the house and put my gear on and hop on the bike again which, I'm sure you have realized by now, swears on its mother's grave that there are no gears past second and I must be dreaming. I ride the recalcitrant beast anyway, but two gears makes for an annoying ride, so back into the garage it goes. Clearly I have lost my mind and am neck deep in denial and anthropomorphism, but does anybody else's bike talk to them with a heavy Brooklyn accent? I feel like a tourist in Times Square trying to beat the friendly young man at the shell game on a rickety card table.
Greg
"Dass right! I got your third gear RIGHT HERE!"
After I wrote the above posting, I peeled off my gear and stewed about my problem, then realized that I had left the bike on the street. So I went out to pull it into the garage and tried the gears. Lo and behold, it shifted perfectly normally and I could swear that mean little Cerulean machine was looking back at me saying "Wha-a-at?! There's no problem here! You must be mistaken."
So I go back in the house and put my gear on and hop on the bike again which, I'm sure you have realized by now, swears on its mother's grave that there are no gears past second and I must be dreaming. I ride the recalcitrant beast anyway, but two gears makes for an annoying ride, so back into the garage it goes. Clearly I have lost my mind and am neck deep in denial and anthropomorphism, but does anybody else's bike talk to them with a heavy Brooklyn accent? I feel like a tourist in Times Square trying to beat the friendly young man at the shell game on a rickety card table.
Greg
"Dass right! I got your third gear RIGHT HERE!"
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