Anyone here running one of those and having problems with it eating the oil out of it. Coming out the breather side, leaking and engine eating oil also. This is with the correct amount of oil in the SC and not overfilled. The unit in question is Fred-ee version of the Sprintex.
Ron
i’ve posted a very similar problem if not the same🤦🏽♂️ many here posted possible solutions etc. I still have done nothing. I was an ORIGINAL member here when it was first called “VRod forums before the factory made us change the name. I was Outlawbiker.
road my ‘03 100th Anniv. Edition from north of Syracuse, NY to El Paso, TX and back alone in ‘04 for my 20th class reunion. It performed great! Wasn’t totally stock, I’m only 5’4” tall so I got the custom seat that pushed my butt closer forward plus the custom handle bars that swept back a little further for us shorter fella’s. I also had replaced the stock exhaust pipes with 16 gauge Screaming Eagle shotgun pipes(loud as fk!)
after I got back in late Sep. I had Scott Palmer from Hillside put in a Zipperz 1318cc Big bore street Rod kit and upgraded and remapped the “chip” and ran it “topless”. It dyno’d @ 140.01 hp/91 lb ft @ the rear wheel, I added a kit to mount FL floorboards (the pegs killed my feet on the TX run) along with a low sissy bar. I had the stock windscreen added as well. It ran fantastically in ‘06 when I rode from Syracuse to Sturgis through Niagara Falls, into Onrtario Canada and back into the US through Sarnia, into Flint, then ferried across Lake Michigan from Muskegon to Milwauki, WI, then on to Sturgis, SD! That machine was magnificent say maybe not so great with that piddly ass stock gas tank! After I got back to Syracuse, a new friend I had made here in the forum (and invited me to ride to Sturgis with his family that year) helped me switch the stock tank with a 4.7gl tank made in Germany (Ricks).
Not long after that, in ‘07 (Oct 18th 2007) I was cut off by a repeat offender 20yo woman who not even 6 months prior for just about all of the same offenses sans pulling out into a (of all things a school zone) while distracted by being on her phone, texting or yacking, “didn’t see me”. She was uninsured, on a suspended license, uninspected and had posted on MySpace(remember that?), cussing about the cops etc. and gloating about how she got away with it that first time because she wasn’t “Mirandized” after she was arrested. Cussing up a storm as she bragged how she had gotten away with it. Back to 10/18/07, going the posted school zone speed limit, I couldn’t stop as she just launched that boat from a dead stop, to right infront of me. I turned the bike hard left as I slammed on the brakes. I ended up slapped upright against her drivers side door(with my right leg pinned between her and her car(with me looking her in the face as she kept going forward. Never occured to her to STOP🤦🏽♂️ as I could look down at my boot dragging along, with my foot still in it, twisting and popping loose after wringing my leg below the knee like one would wring out a wet towel. Needless to say, her continued moving forward instead of stopping, degloved my my skin and flesh from the bone. For some freakish reason I 1. Never lost consciousness, and 2. While on the operating table before I was put “under” the surgeon asked me if I could wiggle my toes, again, I still could and did! After multiple surgeries and placing my “residual” limb in a halo looking contraption with actual screws going from it into my remaining flesh and bones. After that and the anesthesia was wearing off, I had come to hearing him asking my wife if she thought I’d ride again. She answered “yes”. (She knew me) as I became more coherent and able to speak, he asked me if I wanted to see if they could work at saving my foot reconstructing the area between my knee and my ankle by using parts of my body to put together a frankenstein looking thing that would take a long time to accomplish and from what he knew from various past attempts to do that resulted with a useless mass of flesh that would ever allow me to recover it’s use. I had lost too much and fortunate to still be alive. He suggested that I could recover faster and be able to get back on my bike if I decide to go ahead with a BKA (below knee) amputation. I said “do it!”, and it was done.
My apologies, back to the rebuilt machine and the fact that it ran great, switched the SE shotgun exhaust with a 2 into one Rinehart exhaust.
Just before leaving for Sturgis again in 2018, had taken the bike onto the interstate to feel her out before getting a fresh oil change. Rode her WIDE open, pegging that speedometor needle past 140mph and the RPM gauge still a long way from the red, I turned and held that throttle twisted all the way. It was thrilling and after an oil change, I would head out west. So, from my home in Brewerton, I rode back into Syracuse and got off the bike as I was at the dealership and had points on my HD Visa card and I wanted to get a few things before I headed out. While the bike sat on it’s kickstand, it began to leak coolant from one of the cylinder heads. After opening it up, there was tiny piece of the cylinder off the lower part of it, not the actual top of the piston but the bottom part of it, forgive me because that fucking MS just stold another word from mind…
I told them (dealership) to stop everything and to call Scott at Hillside to come get it. He did and commenced a rebuild. I left for Sturgis by plane and had a good time as I had bought a VIP package of events from the Town itself. Shows, Merch, tickets and passes for shows etc. had rented an FX from EagleRider HD and Indian cycle rental. MS reared it’s fucking ugly head again, this time making my sensetivity to heat worse. It progressed to where my arms and legs felt liked cooked Spagetti, if it had been my customized VRod, it would not have been that big an issue. I forgot to mention I had an adjustable rear air suspension with an onboard compressor that I could adjust the height and firmness of the ride riding single or a “passenger”. 😈😉
With 90° days back to back, to back.. I had to give the rental back to EagleRider because at that point I was a danger to myself and/or anyone of the hundreds of folks riding along side all over the place. I used the Mayor’s limo and took it on the Mayor’s Blackhills ride to the Crazy Horse Memorial.🤷🏽♂️ made a whole lot of lemonade from all the lemons life was shoving down my throat during that period in time.
After getting back home and Scott was done with the rebuild, I ended up with the same problem you, and a few others here have mentioned. You can find my post where I was reaching out to the members here about the oil issue blowing too much oil back through the crankcase breather into the topless airbox (where a little was normal) it was soooo much that it would drench the engine, me usually all over my leg, chaps, seat, under seat all overt the gas tank, rear wheel, exhaust pipes, etc. took it back to Scott at least 4 times after being reassured that they “fixed” it only to arrive back home from Munnsville to Brewerton, DRENCHED in oil AGAIN!!!😡
the last time he put a receptical canister to “catch” all that excess oil still being spewed all over me. Cursed with having to drain it every 25 miles or so or risk getting it all over everything. That last time, I parked it in my garage after trying to wash off all of a film of oil all over everything
My mind blown and my heart broken. That was pre pandemic. I haven’t bothered to call Scott back. I’m beyond depressed already. After paying him (Scott over $5k for the rebuild from 2018 and the multiple times he attempted to do me right, I wasn’t sure if it may have been a racial issue seeing how all those closeted racists came out from hiding. it’s hard to tell who is what anymore. He never was before, I truly hope I’m wrong. If anyone can find the actual source of this problem and find a better solution than what I’ve experienced to date, this 100% SC disabled veteran with a peg leg now to boot(pun intended) would appreciate some real help. Got no more 💵💰to fork over for 💩 solutions.
Was truly the only thing keeping my head above water. The therapy of the open road keeping my thoughts and heart out of darkness may be coming to an end
