this was from yesterday, along the Nantahala river. most of that shit packed on the bike is camping gear. But, as the CB is mostly staying at fancy assed hotels along the route, I figured I would need it
Today I met up with Don, always good to see you dude, and thanks again for lunch :)
About 30 miles after I left Don (he rode along with me for a bit, but dont worry, I went slow enough so he could keep up)
Anyhow, the front cylinder quit working, so I one lunged it to the next exit, & Chris who lives close buy, was nice enough to come fetch me, so I could tear into it in his garage
front cyl had real low compression, so I pulled the cylinder, and this is what the piston looks like.
so I burned up the cell phone airwaves, & a guy I knbow in West Virginia who is also doing the C-ball on a 101, said no problem, I got all the parts you need.
So I'm on my way to WV.
Breakdowns in the US are sure easier to deal with than in Siberia or Iraq!