“Your clutch is cooked.”
That’s how Zach up at Roseville Yamaha summed it up for me. He said the clutch looked as nasty as what he sees on police bikes. (Me, hard on the clutch?
I guess it’s indisputable now.)
Although Zach cannot second guess what my mechanic saw and decided when he replaced my clutch 20 or 30K miles ago, he suspects it might have been a good idea to replace the basket, spring, and pressure plate, all of which will get replaced now. The plates are notched and burnt and hanging up.
Unfortunately the bike won’t be ready this weekend, when I was planning to go to L.A. for the long weekend. Parts are coming from all over, including Japan, and the pressure plates are on back order (though Z thinks he knows where to find one).
JB