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Discussion in 'Ride Reports - Epic Rides' started by funklab, Sep 1, 2007.
Have a fun, safe trip and keep us posted please!
Lots more miles today. Just a little dirt, lots and lots of pavement. Cursed pavement.
A pic I took on a little dirt road. It turned out to be way to little, and didnt go anywhere, but had a cool little bridge.
I ended up trying to find a place to camp for the night, to save money, the state park wanted $25 or something like that, so I settled for a site by some stables? That someone told me about. It was kinda iffy and still cost $15, but I guess that's better than paying for a hotel.
the sunset from inside my tent.
The same view as last photo in the morning.
I hopped back on the road and did some more highway riding. I found a cool place just off the highway.
anyplace that has visitor motorcycle parking has to be pretty cool right?
It was the AMA motorcycle museum/ hall of fame, or something like that.
this is the one I want, everyone would have to respect it.
Dont know about the wooden wheels though, probably not much traction in the rain
I rode big highways all the way to just north of Cincinati. I pulled into a shop and they helped make my tire seat, which was really a bitch, I had already tried putting 90lbs of air in it, and that didnt help. So for a "ten spot" I got a nice smoothly beaded front tire .
I rolled through Cinncinatti, which (sorry to anyone who lives there) really seemed like a shithole. The whole way thru I didnt see a single neighborhood that I would want to live in.
On the south side of Cincinnati there was this bridge, I am sure somebody knows what it is. Its all metal and you feel like its gonna throw you off everytime you hit a new piece of the grooved metal. I managed to hang on, and got a hotel just south of Cin in Covington, KY or somehting like that.
My goal for today was to make it to my sister's house in Louisville, KY. Shouldnt bee too hard, as its right down the road.
I took the road that goes right by the river for a while. It was very scenic, and it was a beautiful day to ride.
I found my way into Louisville easily enough, and went downtown to hang out until my sister got off of work.
Louisville is a pretty chill town. The sensor at the parking deck wouldnt recognize my bike (weight sensor or something) so the parking attendant just told me to park it next to him. Didnt make me pay or anything
Eventually my sis got off of work, and told me how to get to her house.
She took me to Lynn's (somthing like that) a restaurant in Louisville. If you ever have the chance, go for it. They have good food and really really wierd decor. There's no other place like it. That is for sure! no photos cuz my camera was uploading and I didnt bring it .
** I just posted this in the Thumpers forum too, so its a copy and paste, any help is really really appreciated**
I am 6000 miles into my trip, and I broke my brakes (i think?)
Here's what happened. I was riding, and my bike felt really wierd, I didnt know what it was at first, but I felt like I didnt have any power, and really didnt feel connected to the road, like I was sliding everywhere (dirt road, but good dirt road).
So I pull over, and hop off. I smell brakes. My front brake is basically locked. A guy on an ATV pulls over and helps me out (I'm not too good with the tools, but at least I was carrying a bunch of them). We open the bleeder valve (i think) and it spits out a little brake fluid. Voila! I can ride again. But the problem is it keeps coming back. I didnt let it get that bad, but had to release the pressure again once on the way back to the hotel... well actually on the way to the library to type this.
So what is the deal? My brakes are pretty much shot, but I dont think that has anything to do with it.
I was on some really intense ATV/4WD trails in Moab (meaning I dropped it twice HARD on rocks, once on each side) and me and the bike really took a pounding. I just installed Acerbis barkbusters the other day, and now they are both scratched up, but I dont think that had anything to do with it. I was not really using the front brake that much, as there was a lot of sand and mud and dirt and loose rocks and whatnot.
So help me out!
WHAT HAPPENED AND WHY AND HOW DO I FIX IT?????
For the last 6000 miles or so, my front brake has been so loose that I can squeeze it all the way against the throttle. I know thats probably not good, and maybe has something to do with it???
Any advice, ideas, help you guys can offer is greatly appreciated, as always.
I am on my way to South America, and it'd be nice to have a front brake most of the way.
figured out what was wrong with my brakes. I am an idiot apparently, that was all that was wrong... but thats one of the harder things to fix.
No riding today, so I wont bore you with pics.
Just went into Louisville and checked out the international festival there. If you get down that way, try the Cubano sandwich, it was really good.
I left Louisville in the morning and headed north.
About 30 miles into my trip I notice this
I know that's a shit picture, but my clutch cable is fraying... bad. I felt a snap as I pulled in the clutch for a stop and checked it out. Not looking so hot, and of course its Sunday. And of course tomorrow is Labor day, so no hope of an open shop until tuesday.
I ride on trying to avoid using the clutch as much as possible, and just do lots and lots of miles, without stopping.
Somewhere along the line I decide to head for Canada, they ought to have an open shop on monday right? (I now know better).
Lots of boring miles through farmland and whatnot, not much interesting, and I really wasnt trying to stop and snap photos every 5 miles because of my clutch.
I did get this one at a gas station though
its kinda in the middle of nowhere Indiana. They dont have the credit card in the pump thing, but they do have soy biodiesel. Sign of the times.
I ended up in Monroe, MI.
Ate at a little out of the way pizza shop and had a sub and a ginger ale.
Stayed at a craptacular hotel just off of the freeway for $43. Everything in the room was broken it seemed like. And anything that wasnt broken was definitely stained, or missing. But I did get some sleep, so i guess that's what counts.
Woke up and booked it to the border. Got thru without much of a hastle, the border guard was kind of an asshole, but I guess most border guards are.
I had some trouble finding an ATM that took my card. Apparently because an ATM has a VISA symbol doesnt mean that you're VISA card is going to work in it:huh . Oh well, I found one at a bank.
The Canadian countryside
I made it into London, ON without my clutch breaking on me and found the Honda dealer I had looked up yesterday. Learned something new Labor day in US = Labour day in Canada. Well at least my clutch cable didnt break yet.
I got a cheap hotel in London for $55. Everything is so expensive in Canada. Gas isnt really that bad when compared with other stuff. A fast food meal was almost $10 a candybar $1.50. Canadian prices of course, but the exchange rate is like .95US=1CAN so its really almost the same, and everything has a VAT of 14 or 17 percent or something, so stuff gets expensive quick. That's probably what surprised me most in Canada.
I woke up early and went to the dealer I had picked out. They dont have a cable. So they send me over to another dealer, who also doesnt have the cable. But this parts guy is pretty cool. He finds out I am from Charlotte, and he is a BIG NASCAR fan , so I play along and tell him about the new Hall of Fame going up in Charlotte. He calls a third dealer, and they DO have a clutch cable .
So I roll over to Hully Gully and they hook me up with a clutch cable. I have them put it on while I wander around their store. Its pretty impressive, the nicest motorcycle dealership I have ever been in, but then all the ones around Charlotte are pretty crappy.
took some photos outside while I was waiting
me waiting, playing with the camera
they fixed me up right quick, and I hit the road, headed for toronto, but got distracted by hunger in after about 15 minutes.
Lunch at some Chinese joint, curry chicken, pretty decent, and not terribly expensive by Canadian standards.
I wandered towards toronto. Apparently I got off at the wrong exit, and got lost in the horribly horribly gigantic suburbs of Toronto. I was pretty sure that I didnt want to pony up big bucks for a hotel in downtown Toronto, and I didnt really want to stay in a suburb of anything for any large amount of time, so I decided to head out.
I eat dinner at Mario's American Italian restaurant, and head north.
It starts to rain pretty soon. I pull out my rain pants, and apparently they got put up wet almost a week ago, so they smell moldy.
I take back roads and get kinda lost, but eventually stumble into a town called Orillia. The Bay View Hotel doesnt look so expensive, so I pop in.
I walk in after a 300+ mile day of lots of dirt and exhaust fumes, smelling like moldy rain pants, and wet underneath my rain gear, with a half grown in goatee, and of course its gonna be a day like that when the receptionist and her friend are rediculously beautiful.
They tell me that apprently there is a Casino right down the street, and they have poker. That's cool, we chat for a bit and then I go get cleaned up and take the shuttle to the Casino.
I only play poker @ a casino, so that's where I headed. Lost $70 or so at the $1/$2 no limit table, I just hung around too long, and the rake was killing all of us.
Headed to the bar and had a couple drinks before calling it a night.
Woke up kinda late (of course I didnt get back till half past two).
Bay View Hotel in the morning (no pretty receptionist in the morning )
took some backroads, most of which looked roughly like this
Wound my way up to the Bruce Peninsula, which is a pretty cool place.
Wow, that musta been a helluva storm that tossed that buoy up onto land .
Set up camp at Lands End Park. I do hate spending $25 to camp, but not so much as I hate spending 80 - 100 on an iffy hotel.
As I was setting up camp, I was sitting on the picnic table doing something, and this guy just climbs up right next to me and starts messing with my stuff.
Ballsy little fellow, him and his friends were running amuck all night.
I tried to get some pics of my bike and the sunset that night
Then a guy walking past volunteered to take one of me with the bike.
He was pretty cool, rode his FJR (i think, thats the yamaha right?) up from Quebec. He told me the story of his brother riding a Harley all the way to South America, then cracking his block, and riding it all the way back pissing oil. Well I guess you gotta do what you gotta do.
Great report!!! Keep it up and ride safe.
Yessir, why do you ask?
Hey dave, are you the dave I met @ the Horizons Unlimited Meet.
How was singletrack hell?
I started to follow this thread and then got side tracked on another. If I would have been paying attention, you could have crashed here, and hung out or done whatever ( maintenance, beer, etc.). I'm an idiot! Sorry I missed you!
Enjoy the journey!
Mental note to self...subscribe to threads of interest!
too bad - you drove right by my place when you went from London to Toronto.
I hope your brakes are working well now - when I had that kind of problem, the master cylinder was the culprit.
Good read. Look for the ADV Tent Space List. You could have saved a butt-load of money so far on this trip. Ride Safe!
Yep, what was wrong with the brakes? I looked it up in the thumper forum but couldn´t find your thread there.
I like your ride report very much so far, keep the pictures coming....
*hits subscribe button*
Hey, that's my husband's old bike!
Sorry about the brakes
Fantastic trip and report!