Alrighty. Having recovered from yesterday's 100-degree night mountain bike ride, I set to bolt the bike back together tonight.
Since I was promised a bolt-on, ready-to-go carb, I decided to *not* read the directions and just bolt it on and kick.
I took the new elbowie throttle cable out of the package and found it to be really freakin' long. It came with a threaded cap nut thingy (invoice said it was custom for the GG) that was maybe 1mm longer than the one already in the Lectron. Not knowing why, I dutifully swapped them out. I hooked it all up with the the carb and threaded it through to the throttle. Perfect, much to my surprise.
The Lectron's fuel inlet is at a different angle, so the fuel line wouldn't reach quite far enough for a secure clamping. So, I took the fuel line off my old GG tank and put it together (with double springs, even). A little long right now, but it would do for the evening's short test.
Once together, I took the bike off the stand and turned on the petcock. The fuel filled the clear bowl and stopped between the level lines, as if by magic. As I rolled the bike off into the dark driveway it occurred to me that I had recently replaced my headlight with the Honda racing number plate. This would be an interesting ride by dim street light should the Lectron decide to let the Gasser fire up.
I pulled the semi-remote choke knob and gave it a couple of pre-kicks (that's what I would do with the Keihin, anyway -- couldn't hurt). Then I kicked in earnest a couple times. Nada. I wondered what would happen if I cracked the throttle a bit? Vroom. Heh. It was running. I turned the idle screw in a quarter turn to keep it from stalling.
I let it warm up for a scant minute and decided to roll before someone called the cops. Not much of a test, but off-idle was fine -- the metering rod, at 49mm, must be pretty close to where it is supposed to be.
I putt-putted around the neighborhood with several throttle blips for giggles and then took it out to the main street to see how it ran on top. I ran it through the gears and noted some open-throttle sputter at WOT. With the second pass there was less. Kind of like when I was one main jet too rich in Flagstaff. Actually, not that bad. I'll work on adjusting the Power Jet later (like, maybe after I read the directions).
I re-entered the neighborhood and into my garage. I hopped off the bike with the motor running happily and looked behind me. No smoke. Hmmmm.
And with that, I hit the kill switch and headed inside. More tuning talk later.