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Discussion in 'Southeast, The Lair of the Dragon - The Blue Ridge' started by flux_capacitor, Jan 5, 2007.
Vintage race, ... I forget where.
That's good news. I felt bad for him when he called explaning what had happened to his bike. "Don't try to start it. Those bikes hydro lock the motor after naps. You'll have to pull the tank off. Blah, blah, blah."
Shortly after the jerky call, I was sitting outside of Charlottes Web at Barber, waiting for the Supersport race to start when the tornado siren starts screaming. Things got REAL interesting for awhile.:eek1
Man, it's amazing how different BJ's 885 is compared to our FAR SUPERIOR 955's. I reckon BJ will be rerouting the oil vent line OUT of his airbox after this episode.
Frankie, all those pics and not ONE of the Inspector's nearly-stranded 950?
Dan, I don't think I've ever seen any KLR or DR go for $1500 but I'll keep my ears to the tracks for you.
Friday night at TWO.
Josh, BJ, and myself could not be bothered with TENTS. The TWO front porch works fine.
Here, Josh, demonstrates how not to fall out of a hammock. Barely.
Saturday morning, I was already up and showered by the time I snapped this glorious shot of BJ. The one sock thing pretty much amazed me.
From there we headed for a long wet ride north towards the Kickstand Lodge. No pics of the journey from me... I had Jen's camera... I've already destroyed mine and was given hers with a concerned eye....
This is a series of pictures I call "I never knew Coates could be so active..."
Coates broke a chair so he decided he'd add it to the tree... which for some reason has a tide and a mannequin leg in it.
Please stay! Nope...
Coates getting air.
Oh, THIS is a great idea... just stand up on that OTHER chair since the FIRST one proved to be so supportive!
Please, god, let this chair break!
Just a little more...
DANG! He made it!
Sat night's KSL dinner and our hosts, Mo and Bobby. We had a great time, dinner was AWESOME. Pitch in $10 to the donation jar and you get a buffet style spread. Folks, if you have never been here, be prepared to lend a helping hand. I'm gonna buy Coates an apron for him to keep here.
I don't know how many beers BJ was into by this time but he surprisingly made it to the other side of the campground with no issues. Here he sports the famous "hat under the helmet" trick made popular by squids everywhere. This MIGHT be the first time in history this has been captured on film under the likes of a full face, though.
The next morning I woke up to find this.
Hmm... sleeping Tigers are never very happy when you try to wake them up.
I managed to get Andrew to help me lift it up... these things are HEAVY. Sidestand sunk in the wet soil... I was sure this bike had been like this most of the night... not good.
A phone call was put in to Monte who had the same thing happen to him last year in Tellico. Sadly we soon found out the difference between BJ's 885 and our FAR SUPERIOR 955's was that the 885's have a tendency to lock up if you just try to start it right up. Anyway, we happen to know this dude who sells these really cool tool kits so we set to work tearing BJ's bike apart to get to the plugs and empty the airbox of oil.
Oh, did I mention this was around 1230 or so after we sat under the porch bullcrapping for 4+ hours before BJ realized his bike wasn't gonna run?
The proud owner of an unruly behemoth....
Oh yeah, and BJ is in this pic too.
You see, in order to do just about ANY maintenance on the Tiger, the tank must be pulled. This is an excercise in patience as about 3 or 4 different types of fasteners are used and there are various hoses and wires to be pulled. Not fun. Luckily I had just done this myself last week so I was familiar with the process.
So, we set to work, of course using the Blue Ridge Racing tool kit
Check out that T Handle, baby!
So, I mention to BJ to be careful when pulling the tank off the bike because there are 2 crappy plastic female fittings in the tank which have a tendency to snap when messed with. Of course, he ignored me and wanted to try to get to the plugs by simply lifting the tank without actually disconnecting anything... when we heard a little snap and gas shot out. We rested the tank back down and the gas stopped running so we continued on...
Okay, tank off... what next?
Naturally, as with any time when the tank off any bike has to be removed... it was full of 6 glorious gallons of Amoco's finest.
With the airbox removed this is what we found.
Oh yeah, good times! Well, lets' get that oil outta there and clean up the plug!
There were wires and hoses and lions and TIGERS....
Guess what else the toolkits come with? That's right... QUICKSTEEL... that should fix that leaky plastic fitting, right?
Let me tell you, I love my Tiger but sometimes I wonder if the designers over there actually ride motorcycles, the engineering is so damned STUPID. The use PLASTIC fittings for fuel lines into the GAS TANK. Then, they set them into a recessed part of the tank where you can't possibly do a roadside repair. Here, BJ tries to cram Quicksteel into the offending area.
On top of all this, it was off an on pouring rain. Mo and Bobby were good enough to let us work under their covered porch. Tarps were spread and gas and oil was spilled.
Well.... the Quicksteel did not want to set on the greasy metal fitting holding the fuel pump assembly together. We thought maybe it would hold enough to where just a drip of gas would escape and BJ could limp it home, but once we put the tank on, and started the bike, we realized the pressure wasn't going to allow this... gas shot out everywhere.
At one point, Mo asked us what our Plan B was. I looked at her with a straight face and said, "Lady, we don't even have a PLAN A."
We tried a few things.
1- We tried to find a U Haul. In Robbinsville. On Sunday. At 5pm. Mo warned me and Coates: DO NOT tell them you are hauling a motorcycle, they will not rent you one for that." We forget to tell BJ this when he calls UHaul... as soon as he says "I need to haul a motorcycle" the lady on the other line says "Okay, we won't rent to you." Coates and I are furiously waving our arms at BJ trying to get his attention as the words are coming out of his mouth. Too late. BJ says to the lady, "Okay, can you just forget I said that?" "Sir, I can't do that." Next idea.
2- BJ calls his girlfriend (who shall remain nameless to protect the innocent) to get her to go to his buddy's house to pick up a trailer. She is less than thrilled, BJ thinks she's gonna total the Land Cruiser getting to us, and anyways his buddy's trailer is full of chit. Next idea.
3- There was some mention of a coworked of BJ's coming to get him and stay the night but that idea was quickly discarded before any trouble could come of it. Next idea.
4- The plan was hatched to leave the Tiger at the KSL and BJ would ride bitch back on one of our bikes. NONE of us were thrilled with this idea, but we were getting desperate. We tossed a quarter to see if Coates or myself would 'win'... I called it right, Coates had to go for best 2 outta 3, and I got it right again. Some math was done and we decided it would just suck too bad for everyone. Next idea.
5- We tried to get Mo's daughter to find a friend with a pickup that wanted to make $50. Next idea.
6- DAGS TO THE RESCUE. BJ put in a call to Darren, who for the first time ever was smarter than the rest of us and left earlier in the morning, to see if he'd kindly come get him. Of course, Darren's morning spell of smartness wore off once he got back ITP and answered his phone. He agreed to make the drive, but only if Coates would be the one to ask him to bring his TRUCK to make the rescue. Coates sucked it up and admitted we needed to truck a bike somewhere.
Well, guys, we gave it a valiant effort but it just was not to be. BJ, when you order those METAL fittings let me know. I'll add onto that order for my own Tiger.
Coates and I packed it up, made sure BJ had some beer, and headed off into the storm. By the time we got to Dahlonega it was thundering and lightning. Made it home in one piece. Had a good time, fellas.
My favorite moment was loitering at the liquor store that doesn't sell BEER.
My favorite lesson is "do not park your bike in soft soil."
Good idea, work on the execution.
Your adventures SUCK!!
Flux. You're a great story teller.
Maybe a new site should be ADVwrencher.com
Was that you i was tagging along with on saturday from TWO? thanks for the ride. i'm glad you said something about flatlands, i rode it on the way back to the rally. the tourances were slick, but the gs held it's own and i made it. see ya around.
Following up on JuniorsKTM post. Here are my pics.
Overall the day was a huge amount of fun, very tiring and spent way too much time picking the beast up, so here are some pics not in any real order.
Let the fun begin
Brown took us up to a lookout that was only accessible via a rocky path up the mountain. His place is about 30 miles off in the distance
Below, is the view the other direciton, with a good shot of the 950 SE aka "wheelie machine"
Coming down the mountain, it was time for a bit of cool refreshment.. Brown knew of a fresh water tap just down the road
This looks like a freakin KTM dealership
We saw plenty of downed trees, I now have a better appreciation for the chainsaw carrying apparatus. We tried briefly to get the 950SE over it and downed the bike, so we turned around.
Acres of flowers, so we stopped to snap a few pics.
Oh no we aren't....
Oh yeah, we did! that water a running pretty damn fast coming from the far end and was really freakin deep! This was the highlight of my day honestly, a water crossing of this size, speed etc had me really questioning my abilities, but no swimming this time
Since it seems that being in the presence of Frank, towing a 9fiddy seems to be common place, you might want to pick up some of this 1" Military Spec Webbing from REI, you can get 25ft of it for about $10, and we need it, it was $10 very well spent, and I almost did not pack it.
I low sided going around a downed tree and the stupid pig would not start...dang nabbit, freakin time for a canisterectomy:eek1. It started raining on us so, I got out the webbing and Frank hooked me up and hauled my butt out of the forest.
Tie the webbing to the tail plate of the tow bike and the other end to the footpeg of the bike being towed and ride a bit offset, works like a charm, and when we hit ashpalt it was easy to pull/jump start with the bike in 3rd gear it jumped right off... Sorry no pics, it was raining like a beeacth.
This was the last water crossing of the day, here is our tour guide showing me the way...
I am sure there are many details that I missed. The call for help from Brown was due to another highside tip over in some singletack wet stuff that I fubar'ed. We could not get the bike to start and the battery starting sounding like it was on it's way to the grave. We were in the middle of no where and I was starting to contemplate WTF we gonna do next ? Well a little luck and cool heads prevailed and we just waited it out and let the gas evaporate, and it finally started.
I just wanted to say thanks to the guys for the ride, I had a great time, but it was kinda like playing golf with Tiger Woods, a bit frustrating at times due to a huge difference in skillz, but overalll a damn good time.
Looks like some nice terrain over there.
Brown, when I get Gert's SE I'll have to join ya. Wait til you see his tail light assembly he got in Germany.
By the way, no need for an REI tow strap. We sell some very nice Blue Ridge Racing ones on the website. Yes, spam.
With the 4 of us? Two stroms and 2 XT's? That would be us.
Yeah, it was quite slick on that last part going back over 42 and then by the Ranger station.
Where we were all pumping our tires back up
Eddie, Nancy, Sarah and I all went and did some DS riding on the FS roads on Saturday. We are doing a TAT trip at the end of May from Jellico, TN to the AR/OK border and we wanted to get some practice in. Both the ladies are new to the DS bikes and Eddie and I wanted to get some off road miles in on the stroms. It ended up being more like playing in the mud since we were in the rain the entire time, sometimes rather heavy, but in the end we all agreed it was a lot of fun.
Eddie had a new set of Tourance/Anakee tires on his bike while I'm a worn out rear Distanza and half worn Bridgestone Trail wing. Regardless, both very street oriented tires proved to be a challenge in the mud. Sarah was on a brand new set of Kenda 270's and Nancy is running on the stock Cheng Shin tires.
We had a good day and led the ladies around the FS roads. Both ladies got to do their first water crossing off of Cooper Creek.
Just some foggy pics from up on 42.
Sarah doing her first water crossing. I forgot to tell her she didn't have to go full throttle. BTW, we had Scala Q2 headsets on so the reason I'm laughing so hard was her reaction coming across. I think I heard my baby say the F word like 2 dozen times as she came across.
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Eddie and Nancy
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I then borrowed Nancy's XT and took Sarah up a small hill climb. It was slick as anything. She ended getting sideways over one of the whoops and dropping the bike, but she was laughing the whole time. All I heard in my helmet was "She's down!"
This was where the mud came from
This is the 3 of them coming back across. Sarah went a bit slower, but almost too slow this time. She kept it up, not sure how!
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I saw you guys at TWO on Sat. I was working the demo's for Moto400. You guys parked next to my 690
By the way, Get a skid plate for those DL650's!!!!
I bet that tree was as slick as snot! Kudos for trying
Sorry I missed the ride fellas...work
Paul...I see you upgraded to the 950...good deal! Putting some more meet on the tires really helped out!
Ugh, what a long day that was.
Things to be learned.
A. bring tools, or at least a guy who sells tools with you. Seriously, those are badassed tool kits folks.
2. Working on a triumph sucks. especially in the rain
4. Don't EVER ride in a car with dags. Especially in the rain. Actually, thanks dood, I really appreciated it.
E. No brown liquor
A. wally world rain suits kick ass
B. WillyB is a magician. I've never seen anybody escape a tent that quickly when the zippers are ziptied together.