slackmeyer
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These are a few photos of a recent trip I took. It all started with my dad- he rode his old bmw down to california to visit friends and family, and I figured I'd ride back up to washington (where he lives) with him, and keep going from there. After all, I thought, I've only had my motorcycle in three different states, and the west was a big place, with many beautiful sights.
So the plan: camp in Markleeville on friday night, where my wife was training for the death ride. Next morning, ride up to Truckee to meet my dad. On the way there, I met this chap:
After a little talk (and a ticket for 71 in a 55), I met my dad, and we hit the road.
It's a beautiful ride through eastern california and oregon- mostly we stayed on 395, exept for taking 49 out of Truckee for a while. We got a few hours of rain coming into John Day, OR, so we got a hotel for the night there.
Still raining the next morning. So no shots of the beautiful ride from John Day to the columbia gorge. Use your imagination. No, more beautiful. There, you've got it.
Later in the day, eastern washington- Yakima river canyon:
Wait a second, isn't this supposed to be an adventure ride? Ok, I did a little dirt too: Colockum pass is a beautiful 4wd road between ellensburg and wenatchee:
After a night in eastern washington, I set out over North Cascades pass (hwy 20). A stunning ride, right through North Cascades National Park.
Everything was perfect, blue skies, clean roads, glorious mountains. It couldn't last. And it didn't- riding down from rainy pass (slowly and sanely, I might add), I heard a funny rattle from the back of the bike. And I noticed a lot of play in the driveline. 1/2 mile later, a lot more rattle- death rattle. And my engine is no longer connected to my rear wheel. I coasted to a trailhead turnoff, and confirmed my fears:
See those little peices at the bottom of my swingarm tube? That's my U-joint. Ouch.
I won't do the whole blow by blow, but I parked the bike, managed to hitch a ride within 2 minutes of walking out to the road, and got myself to bellingham, where I have friends and family. Thanks to some excellent people (advriders came through to help me), I borrowed a truck to pick up the bike, and borrowed a garage with most of the tools I needed to fix the bike.
That's what a broken BMW driveshaft looks like. I had a new (used) driveshaft overnighted to bellingham ($150 driveshaft, $75 shipping). A few hours later, it was in, and I was on my way into Canada. Broke down at 3:00 PM Monday, on the road 3:00 PM wednesday. Not too shabby.
zak
So the plan: camp in Markleeville on friday night, where my wife was training for the death ride. Next morning, ride up to Truckee to meet my dad. On the way there, I met this chap:
After a little talk (and a ticket for 71 in a 55), I met my dad, and we hit the road.
It's a beautiful ride through eastern california and oregon- mostly we stayed on 395, exept for taking 49 out of Truckee for a while. We got a few hours of rain coming into John Day, OR, so we got a hotel for the night there.
Still raining the next morning. So no shots of the beautiful ride from John Day to the columbia gorge. Use your imagination. No, more beautiful. There, you've got it.
Later in the day, eastern washington- Yakima river canyon:
Wait a second, isn't this supposed to be an adventure ride? Ok, I did a little dirt too: Colockum pass is a beautiful 4wd road between ellensburg and wenatchee:
After a night in eastern washington, I set out over North Cascades pass (hwy 20). A stunning ride, right through North Cascades National Park.
Everything was perfect, blue skies, clean roads, glorious mountains. It couldn't last. And it didn't- riding down from rainy pass (slowly and sanely, I might add), I heard a funny rattle from the back of the bike. And I noticed a lot of play in the driveline. 1/2 mile later, a lot more rattle- death rattle. And my engine is no longer connected to my rear wheel. I coasted to a trailhead turnoff, and confirmed my fears:
See those little peices at the bottom of my swingarm tube? That's my U-joint. Ouch.
I won't do the whole blow by blow, but I parked the bike, managed to hitch a ride within 2 minutes of walking out to the road, and got myself to bellingham, where I have friends and family. Thanks to some excellent people (advriders came through to help me), I borrowed a truck to pick up the bike, and borrowed a garage with most of the tools I needed to fix the bike.
That's what a broken BMW driveshaft looks like. I had a new (used) driveshaft overnighted to bellingham ($150 driveshaft, $75 shipping). A few hours later, it was in, and I was on my way into Canada. Broke down at 3:00 PM Monday, on the road 3:00 PM wednesday. Not too shabby.
zak
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