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Discussion in 'Epic Rides' started by Colebatch, Oct 18, 2012.
Dom Deluise's grandson in the bottom right
Great report... looking forward to reading more as it gets updated.
So, just the usual forum stuff then?
this is just AWESOME!
Thats a funny pic. All the locals are gathered round the bikes like a meteor just landed.
It must be priceless to see them stare in aghast when Beamster comes out and gets on
I rest my case.
Kazaks are generally pretty inquisitive we found when we went through there (about the same time as Walter and co did). Really nice always want to where you are from, where you are going and how much the bike was worth.
And they what the word 'extreme' means - brings back some nice memories. Can't wait to go again.
as a china bike rider i represent this statement!
would not want to haul around all thaat gear on my little 200c heap of shit though
thank you all for this read
We woke up at our crummy lakeside hotel. Decided breakfast would be better 15 km down the road at the main town of Bayanaul and headed up over the pass that separated this lush, alpine environment, from the hot baking dry Kazakh steppe.
As Prutser's pics showed ... there was quite a crowed just standing and staring at the bikes parked in front of the cafe:
Beamster kept a watchful eye on the crowd as she munched away on a cheburek:
I see from your text, and from your pictures, that you fancy small soft panniers when you travel. Light is good when it comes to off road.
I see though that you have a ton of stuff strapped outside your bags. Doesn't that defy the whole purpose of having small panniers? I tried the same on my Kola trip and you can still follow my trail from all the items I lost
When I was a Boy Scout I was tought to always leave a trail for me to follow back if I needed to. Were you a Boy Scout too
After refuelling and getting some oil into Rod's fuel tank, we headed out of Bayanaul, ESE on a gravel road for about 50 km (30 miles) until we reached the end of the road ... the last village.
It was steaming hot ... and as we pulled into this end of the road village, Rod's KTM began sputtering and we decided we better let it cool down and take a rest.
We huddled out of the sun under a small tin shelter and tried to cool down ourselves - which meant boots off:
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Great story, great photos, great data.
Thanks for making the winter shorter.
Its a balance isn't it? The small bags enforce discipline, but there's always one more thing you want to take. If I had giant bags it's be the same I suspect.
As has been stated in the thread, I'd never consider hard luggage-it's just too dangerous and a broken tibia in areas as remote as this would be a major problem.
1) I was indeed a boy scout. ...dyb dyb!
Normally I don't have so much shit strapped to the outside. I usually just have my sandals on top of my camping gear in the rollbag, and some handy tools in a Dirtbagz pouch behind me. The rest goes in the panniers.
2) I was carrying quite a lot of food at the start-4-5 dried meals and even tho' they're dried they're quite bulky. As the trip went on thje bulk went in to me and off the bike. I still have the bulk alas.
3)There's a spare HD tube in the orange bag that I couldn't get in the left pannier -I know...Bad packing.
4) The big roll of gaffer tape isn;t something I usually carry, but a last minute buy. Again...bad packing so it had to go on the outside
Water was always a problem, I just haven't the pockets for it all and we were going through tons. The bladder in my jacket holds 2 litres but it's just not enough in these temperatures when you might be many miles away from a safe water supply, and need to camp/cook at night too, then ride half the day to another water supply. Sou you end uo with water anywhere you can stuff it, and the empties need to stay with you as I'm pretty anal about littering.
Prutster and Beemster were keeping a list of all the crap I dropped and P picked up, and unsurprisingly, as you'll see as the trip went on, the food was eaten, tube installed, my bike looked tidier. Unlike myself , I looked increasingly tatty and disreputable. .
Hey Rod, wondering what your plans were when the KTM kept acting up.? Sorry if I missed it but were you guys trying to get somewhere with a KTM dealer, or just hoping the problem would sort itself out? Did you bring a spare fuel pump and swap it in?
Again, loving each and every word!!!!!
Hi Hardwaregrrl -you really need to have a word with your parents.
Choosing my words carefully here: Don't want to give too much away yet.
KTM dealers in that part of the world are pretty rare and sadly of questionable ability. The distances between one dealer and another even if they carried the parts are enormous.
I'd brough spare filters, injector, plug and the usual bits and bobs but no pump.
It might not be the pump...one suggestion from KTM (Mathausen themselves) was it might be the clutch sensor, if it "thinks" there's something wrong it'll put the EMC module into "safe" mode -and kill the engine.
Why they've built it like this I don't know. The Lord gave me some excellent clutch sensors ..one either side of my head and another on the end of my wrist..I didn't need a dodgy electronic one thanks. When I was told about this I almost self-combusted.
All will be revealed . Read on.
Awwww shite.....sorry I fooked it up! I was never very good with secrets. Just wondering what was going through your mind at the time. I know what would be going through mine..... KTM
I agree with hardwaregrrl and as a fellow 690 owner not sure I could keep my cool. There might be a lose fuel line and a match it it kept it up , show it who is boss.
WTF about the clutch sensor???? over built with poor parts lol