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Discussion in 'Ride Reports - Epic Rides' started by MoToad, Jul 19, 2012.
A twist? And right near where I live, can't wait.
As Per Bubba's request, the adventure continues.
But first, a note about my Dad. He left my life waaay too early. I was 10. He was 45 and after several heart attacks, he left us.
Or did he? Thruout my life I have always felt he's been watching my back. I mean, how else could a dumbass kid like me have survived some of the shit I've gone thru and pulled? I like to think it was him anyways. Brother Mike sent me a few of the old post war black and whites of that crazy group (They loved to party, they loved their beer. Sound familiar, Toad? Oh ya. In a day gone by.) And I have brought along an appropriate pic from those days because I figured he needed a road trip.
Now I don't know that he was ever involved in motorcycles. But he is certainly living vicariously thru me. Point here is that I still feel he is helping me along the way. I mean, this aging dumbass has been steered away, around and past some nasty crap this trip. From Thor trying to snuff me out in central BC and Alberta last summer (whispers of 'Turn south you idiot!) to being able to skirt Sandy by not staying too long up north, my luck has been better than good. When I beat it out of Panama Beach it wasn't but a few days later that they had twisters in that area. Then there's Todd. e said something to me about his ancestors looking out for him and it had me wondering weather Pops had approached them. Maybe suggesting I could really use the help. I know it was planned but I could have easily missed Todds expertise but didn't. Anyhoo, part 2 of part 2.
Hanging around Lompoc got me out to the near beach for some scenery.
Some signs of spring?
Some more beautiful coast.
And some ominous warnings.
Last October someone became world news as another victim of the Great White. The ranger said there has been three in two years. Looks like we are no longer the top of the food chain.
Following my Garmin route up the coast gets me to this guardhouse and the end of the road. Garmin, showing roads right thru I guess can be bothered to add, maybe, no access?
There are some nice secondaries up and around Lompoc.
And it was thru these rides I am noting the bike progressively running worse and worse. Again. My thoughts at the time were I might have to turn back. And then there's that little nagging voice in the back of my head.
It got to a point where I noticed a lot of carbon at the tailpipe and, pulling the plugs, I found them black.
Calling Todd he agreed that I needed to get back there. I cleaned the plugs, filled the tank and, in what may very well have been the 'limp home mode', burned thru 3/4 of a tank in 170 miles.
I made it and Todd said he knew he shouldn't have let me go. It was partially his fault and partially mine. When he was 'tweaking' the bike I was checking out of the Motel. He had made adjustments to the map twice and had said it was now better in some areas and worse in others. But I said I had to go and did.
Now even tho it was Todds map, it still showed errors with the Lambdas. So, at this point we are hoping that the ECU is not damaged and Todd has one. Step one, switch it out and run the stock map.
100% improvement. Step 2, re install my ECU and put in the known good stock map. Again, the 100% improvement. With the O2 errors gone.
This is where we should have been the first time around.
But this is where or ancestor's plan comes. The twist, if you will. They sent me away, Dammit! So that I could come back and stay another weekend in Malibu. The weekend of the Norton Owner's Meet in Ojai.
So, the plan. Throw a hissyfit, stomp my feet, roll around on the ground until I get invited to the ride. Leave Todd's with his NTX flash. Not the stock, the good one. Use the next day's ride to feel it out and be sure of no errors. See what I think.
Next morning the Egans meet me at my motel to ride out to Moorpark (I think) to hook up with a few more riders for Ojai
And it is truly amazing what a Norton rally brings out of the woodwork.
Todd and Gretchen, of course.
People start to head out and I follow Todd into what turns into a nice cruise to Ojai with what I truly hate, a mass of motorcycles. The only good thing is we did not have that far to go. We passed a very slow going classic Italian racer on the way up. Guzzi, I think. Small cc. His top was prolly about 30 but I couldn't help thinking there was more speed to be had from that one. Unfortunately, no pic. And this guy;
decided to rip past me with that smell and sound of a day long gone by for me. But the memories came right back.
The lots of these warehouse buildings filled with a great array of what I like to refer to as "Motorcycles" with barely a Harley to be found.
The show inside was confined to a few small rooms.
Exquisitly perfect Honda and this proto
Apparently the fella that owns and refurbs these bikes
Todd tells me the display has gotten a lot smaller than years past. I think there was some disfavors and falling outs involved.
As one of your greatest Presidents once said, "Why can't we all just get along?"
But the outside show was where it was at....
One of the new Nortons. Man, I am lovin that.
A King amoung Rats.
And again I met up with Bob Andren who rode his perfect Bonney over. Complete with the carb drippins on the crankcase.
Bob tells us that the owner (please excuse the generic term. I am just so bad at remembering names.) is about to open the car part up one lot over.
Eye watering, mouth dropping.
Couple of bikes inside here too.
The owner of the Honda was firing it up.
Took a wee bit of time to get the revs up but when he did he gave us an ear splitting taste of what ten grand sounded like. Out of a bike that revs to 15. Gave me chills.
After, our group finally found some good food and sat down for some good stories.
We rode back a good length of the way as a group and got some fun and speed out of it.
Managed to slip by a couple of CHPs, one of whom already had someone pulled over and raised his hands in astonishment as we ripped by at a good 80.
The bike ran great there and back and I became sold on the idea of getting the whole package. I made arrangements with Todd to meet him in the morning for the install.
Climing back up to the 'Alphenshoppe' early, we spent a good part of the day installing the PC, Autotune and wide band O2 sensors and testing and adjusting. Todd would go for a run
and I could actually hear him and barely see him way down here.
Going for a run myself I stopped down there and snapped a shot of the 'Eerie' myself.
Think that's Todd's on the right.
So, leaving Malibu for the last time I had just a great ride most of the way to Morro. But the weather got me for about a half an hour. Not real bad stuff and Big Gal just brushed it off.
Morro Bay remains brisk and clear as I explore the regions around here.
Taco Temple is a good place to eat in Morro Bay.
Try riding Old Creek Road from Cayucos up to Highway 46 then head west back to Highway 1.
Thanks Otter. Yep, already done that. Next report coming up.
Can't wait to read it. Wish I had time to meet up and buy you lunch or something, would love to see the NTX as I'm interested in replacing my Tiger 1050 with one next year. I'm running a cold right now too so wouldn't want to get our intrepid traveler sick. Best travels and the weather seems to be warming up for you along the coast.
Out for a great, long ride yesterday. Was enjoying myself immensely.
Then about thirty minutes to go in Templeton I pull up to a red light. Just turns green and, WHAM. I'm hit from behind by a big pickup. He knocks the bike from under me and I go down hard. I try to get up but there's no doin that. Managed to get the lid off and thats about it. Having trouble breathing and my right side rib cage hurts like Hell. Left leg is tingly from the knee down with some pain.
I get the full meal deal. Fire, ambo, cops. First to help is an off duty paramed and whoever he was I can't thankyou enough. But with the collar, a backboard and being trussed like a Gator I really can't see much of anything going on. Haven't a clue how bad the bike is but someone says it looks OK.
I'm rushed out of there to Twin Cities Hospital for an agonizing hour of answering questions whilst still trussed. Finally a doc who gets me out of the gear prods some more and I get a shot. Down to xray for chest and knee.
And, finally blessed pain relief comes on.
Turns out my Tib is broken and the ribs just bruised. ( Edit here: Man, I must have been high. Could have sworn Doc said Tibia. Looked it up and that's the big bone. But Im pretty sure it's the Fibula )
Think the windshield speared me.
But, there u have it. I guess this ride is over for a while. Today I have to find a rental car and get back there from Morro to find the bike (cops didn't even leave me a card, barely talked to me), find my lid and hoodie and see hospital guys about billing.
I've got the full travel ins. and the extended bike ins so let's hope it will pay off. I'll be off the bike for at least a month so I am entertaining thoughts of buying a truck a getting back to BC to attend to what I was going to early and flying back down to pick up where I left off.
I think my extended ins. pays for accomodation and travel back so I think I might just move into the Sheridon.
Man Toad, that totally sucks but at least you're here to tell the tale. It's one of my real concerns at stop lights if I'm in a cage or on a bike. There are tons of stupid driving around out there that really have no business operating machinery of any type. Get well soon a keep us informed.
Bummer, Toad. Glad you and the bike weren't hurt any worse. Been enjoying your ride.
Nooo! So sorry to hear this, if the bike needs a free storage location while you heal up my garage is available. I'll PM my contact info to you in case I can help in anyway.
I've been more of a lurker than a poster on your excellent RR, but just thought I would chip in and add my best wishes of a speedy recovery for both your good self and the big Guzzi...bad luck on meeting a fool "driver" but as others have said it could have been SO much worse...thoughts are with you here.
All the best
Just been enjoying your pix and narrative. It's been good, but sorry you've been injured! Rest up, heal up, and I'm looking forward to reading your adventures down the road.
Sorry. Get well soon. Safe travels home.
>"Today I have to find a rental car and get back there from Morro "
Busted tibia or fibula... you probably won't be driving a rented car anytime soon.
Any ADV riders in the area ???
Love the RR. Sorry to hear about your accident. God Speed!
Ah Doug, that just sucks. You finally get the bike running well and you get whacked. Hope you sue the living daylights out of that asshat.
If we can do anything for you, let us know.
You probably read me talkin about my good luck and the ancestors looking out for me. Did I tell you they were all a bunch of practical jokers? I mean, how else could this have happened.
And, your wrong, Twilight. I've been all over today after renting a car and 'taking care of business.' And man, was it painful!:eek1 But for years now I have had no one but myself to look out for me so I'm used to it.
And...the last thing on the list was to get that prescription filled and am now back in the hotel room feeling the effects of Vicodan bliss
Toad's ride meets Otter's
Storing Toad's bike for him until Todd from Guzzitech can get up here to transport it south for repair.
Below is the Stelvio meeting it's strange extra limbed cousin the MP-3
The Stelvio looks good and I didn't see any major damage to the bike itself but I'm no expert. Left side Trax is dented and the rack holding it is bent up as well. More Pics if Toad wants me to post em up. This post is just to show its arrival at the Hostel Otter.
Crap Doug ! Hope you heal up soon, but do take your time.
Good on you Otter for stepping up like that !!!
bummer Doug, Liz and I wishing you a speedy recovery
Funny now, the leg only aches a bit. Course that may have something to do with the Vicodan but it aint doing its job on the ribs. Now, two days in and every other ache has appeared. Lower back, neck, and even the other knee.
But the ribs, oh the ribs. Every breath is killing me and the occasional cough, owwwwe. Funny again because the preliminary bruise under my tit seems to have gone away. must be bruised on the inside.
Been drivin around in a rental (for only as long as I can take the pain) looking for a truck to scoot back to Canuckistan.
McCarthy's in San Luis Obo
wants to sellme this monster,
An 05 Jeep Grand Cherokee for 10 gees. 125, 000 miles. It's huge, has an aftermarket exhaust (kinda noisy) and get 14 to 19 mpg. It is very clean. I may offer 9 tomorrow.