Steve Markham
Husqvarna
B Class
So I've spent a month wrenching on my 1986 WR 400 in an attempt to recondition it enough to ride this summer in the Rocky Mountains. It's nickel-ed and dimed me to get it going. Replaced a few missing pieces, replaced a ton of nuts and bolts either to get things "all the same" or fix worn stripped out hardware. Finding and replacing missing items that have been removed, finding things that are broken, and fixing them. It's been a fun time, and I've enjoyed hanging out with my brother during all the rebuild process. I was a little skeptical that it would run well, or would only run for short bit and and stop running. I thought the worst ...
Well yesterday we got to see the fruits of our labor as we took it out to a friends property in the country. 40 acres of dirt/field to ride around on. Early in the reconditioning process, during short test runs down the street, when shifting gears and giving the throttle a mild goose the front wheel would constantly come up off the ground and send shivers of "Oh My God" from my finger tips to my toes. Yesterday while riding, I tried to duplicate this same feeling, and it just wasn't the same... Instead of lifting the wheel off the ground, my reconditioned 1986 WR 400 when the throttle was goosed would only leave 30-60 foot rooster tails of dirt and vegetation in the opposite direction I was travelling. It left my legs, fingers and hands quivering with excitement, and today I still cannot wipe the smile from my face. Why am I disappointed? I am disappointed in myself, for not believing this old Husky could make me feel like a kid again! Boy was I wrong!
haha! Now to get the XC 400 running so me and my brother can tear up some more Rocky Mountain dirt together instead of having to "take turns".

Well yesterday we got to see the fruits of our labor as we took it out to a friends property in the country. 40 acres of dirt/field to ride around on. Early in the reconditioning process, during short test runs down the street, when shifting gears and giving the throttle a mild goose the front wheel would constantly come up off the ground and send shivers of "Oh My God" from my finger tips to my toes. Yesterday while riding, I tried to duplicate this same feeling, and it just wasn't the same... Instead of lifting the wheel off the ground, my reconditioned 1986 WR 400 when the throttle was goosed would only leave 30-60 foot rooster tails of dirt and vegetation in the opposite direction I was travelling. It left my legs, fingers and hands quivering with excitement, and today I still cannot wipe the smile from my face. Why am I disappointed? I am disappointed in myself, for not believing this old Husky could make me feel like a kid again! Boy was I wrong!
haha! Now to get the XC 400 running so me and my brother can tear up some more Rocky Mountain dirt together instead of having to "take turns".
