Re: The 1st-gen Royal Enfield Himalayan thread! Was riding the bike to a local cafe when it decided to mark it's territory with a friendly warning.
The earlier day, I had ridden to the same cafe owned by a friend and taken a test ride of his new H450. It was an incredible motorcycle and I lavished praises on it. The 411 stood silently- looking at me.
The next day as I was riding to the same cafe again - at a random traffic intersection barely a couple of kilometers from my home, I started to feel an incredibly warm sensation on the right hand side of my shorts and tshirt. Granted it was a warm day in sunny Ahmedabad, but this was a bit of an extreme increase in a short few seconds. While I was still trying to figure this out, my half face helmet (exclusively used for short grocery runs) started to get murky. The heat started to rise even faster now.
I was absolutely flummoxed as to what was happening. I ran my hand down my tshirt and it was warm, sticky and wet. Ran my hand further down my shorts and they were the same. I quickly switched off the bike as I couldn't understand what was happening.
Then I looked down and saw the engine oil stopper was missing. It had dropped somewhere along the way and the motorcycle which was still running - was pushing out oil vertically with each stroke of the engine. The push was so hard, the oil was going upto my forehead and then raining down all over the engine and fuel tank. Thank God for the helmet or I would have had serious issues if the oil would have entered my eyes.
I dragged the bike to the corner of the intersection and called my friendly garage owner who has been servicing the Himalayan since a few years now. He asked me to push a few scraps of papers and plastic down the stopper and ride it down at low revs to the garage. Unfortunately, the bike refused to start after this jugaad.
I locked the bike, took a rickshaw and gave the bike keys at the garage. Then I took the rickshaw back home after which I took a long 45 minute hot shower to rinse the mess of warm sticky oil off the right side of my leg, chest and face.
The motorcycle was towed / pushed to the Service station where it stands right now. I have heeded the 'friendly warning' and pushed the thoughts of the H450 out of my head. The 411 didn't like me looking at the H450 and lavishing praise on it, so it went straight for my eyes. Lesson learnt!
Last edited by rahul4321 : 15th June 2025 at 23:27.
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