Pretty in Pink, dunno why
Join Date: Feb 2009
Location: Redondo Beach
Headlight aim weirdness - I'm stumped!
Just got back from a week's worth of riding up Sacramento way, including a ride out to Nevada with the crew.
Here's the dealio. I'm usually fairly precise about things, including aiming my headlight. When I last aimed it some six months ago I had the bike fully loaded (as that's how I normally ride) and set the headlight up so that the beam dropped 2" in 25 feet. Pretty much by the book.
Sunday SLO-KLR told me my headlight was aimed too low. OK, maybe so, but I don't have my full load on. We'd been riding in the day, so what am I going to notice, eh?
We were on the way back home and I was on point when the sun went down. Next thing I know SLO's behind me. SLO has good lights. As usual, he was on top of things and figured I wouldn't be able to see a moose if it ran out in front of me, so he lit the way. (He's very handy to have around - constantly saving my ass.) With his lights behind me I really didn't notice how low my light was.
We stopped for a break and I moved to the middle of the pack for the tighter twisties because I have some night blindness and we all figured it would be be better for Blind Melon Chitlin to be in the middle of the pack with tail lights to follow.
Holy Carp! Now I could tell how low it was and my dismissing it as being caused by not having 40 pounds of stuff on the back was way off the mark. Speaking of Mark, I was behind him at normal following distance and wasn't even lighting up his reflectors. There was just a mighty dark place out there.
This morning I checked it and it is aimed at about a foot off the ground at 25 feet. I disassembled the cowling and inspected the headlamp assembly, both inside and out. Nothing is broken, nothing is missing, nothing wiggles, the lamps were firmly in place. I can't find anything wrong except that it's pointed at the ground.
We were doing some riding over some sorta rough terrain (nothing really that rough, though), but I can't find anything that would have gotten knocked loose, unless the adjusting bolt somehow stripped the nylon nut that it runs through.
I'll be adjusting it tonight and keeping an eye on it over the course of the next few weeks.
Tom [email protected]
On the way downtown I stopped at a bar and had a couple of double Scotches. They didn't do me any good. All they did was make me think of Silver-Wig, and I never saw her again.
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Last edited by Tom Schmitz; 10-11-2011 at 04:25 PM.