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Discussion in 'Ride Reports - Epic Rides' started by daBum, Jun 18, 2019.
Love your route! Subscribed! Looking forward to the pics.
Then let the pics begin!
Sitting here just showa'd. Fresh clean dog.
Grooming my paws. Randomly barking at stuff.
Check out is 11am. From the ground I rented.
I'll have kickstand up at oh 1058.
300 miles to ride. Still a long ride for me, but I'll manage.
This is an (the) adventure bike (and food) forum.
Let's talk bike.
I ride far.
I eat well.
I sleep very well.
I like to refresh the 690 every year. (701 last 2 years). I don't modify the bike much.
Handle bar risers. Massive bash plate. Soft foam hand grip covers. Double take mirrors. Hippo Hands for the cold soupy rides. Lastly, Preload adjuster.
Then I slap on a set of Vanasche side racks and my luggage.
...and that was how long it took to pack my house and bedding and kick back a bit more
Utah hwy 14.
West of Cedar city.
A few miles after that view...
It was chilly snapping those.
Those aren't the tallest mountains I'll see on this trip, but they are no less spectacular. Oh, and they are real.
Sipping a coffee in Starbucks. The old GS waypoints don't seem to disappear after I've deleted them. Could be the GS training seminars I had during rush week.
Could have done without the mandatory BMW tat. Don't ask to see it.
150 miles left to Baker, NV delish bistro.
It's 420pm. I'm in Utah. Drinking coffee.
I kept my 1930 reservation.
Welcome back, Dave. Whattle you have?
House Chard and my burger.
Rode in some serious wind getting here.
They could harness that stuff and power the globe.
For the environmental issues...no problem harming anything with flappy wings. They butts got blown up to Montana.
There's this lone big ole tree in the wind tunnel valley.
I totally marked that tree.
Got the stop sign, too.
I'm liking that no-clutch shifting on this year's 690.
It's like paddle shifting with your feet.
Up and down shifting. Very convenient.
"This is an (the) adventure bike (and food) forum. "
Up and down shifting
plus, what's not to like; it's all yumm!
"I ride far.
I eat well.
I sleep very well."
Sitting on/in the front porch. Listening to tunes, and the little birdies.
Baker Creek CG. Near Baker, NV.
Creek is loud.
Feels like 50°F ish. Outside.
Spot 5. Recommended.
Except my headache. From that last glass.
I'm in and looking forward to the rest of the journey. I love when daBum gets hungry and goes looking for something to eat up north.
Hopefully this trip doesn't include big mud holes and long walks...
Have to take advantage of civilization when I can. Proper dining.
The next few days will be Gatorades and poptarts.
Picked an isolated and dusty sleep spot 280 miles at about 320.
Less miles. Hopefully less wind.
Yeah, not liking that ADV walking. You get to see a lot. Very slowly. Tiring.
Had only 5 miles of smooth dirt road to get here. Speed limit sign read 68 mph.
Or my doglexia interpreted that.
Kate had a big smile on her when we landed.
The bike is doing well. As with any new ride...takes some miles to get used to the feel.
Kate wanted to look pretty and for me to bring her little black dress. Told her it would get too hot parked in the sun. Sun dress was out of the question. I found something slinky for her to wear.
She complains it's too long and makes her look fat.
Told her I can't sew very well, and that's the best I could do on short notice.
I stll have to protect her. She's way too young to be left alone.
If I see some 90/90-21 knobby prints on the seat, somebody's gonna be in trouble!
Departed Baker late in the morning.
Chilly. Had to layer a bit. Fluffy bear mitts and jacket liner.
Singing the bus song.
Light wind at 360. Blue skies. Nevada
Grabbed a delish Gatorade and some recycled cardboard dust encasing flavored sugar. 91 octane for Kate. Kept rolling NW.
Had Zeppelin in shuffle mode. Just riding thinking about stuff. Barked at a bird.
Getting close to my last gas stop before sleepy time and guess what happened.
Darn. (not that exact word)
Apexing a right sweeper I see a rider sitting on the ground leaning against his bike on the side of the road. He's on the phone. Nevada hwy 50. We're 15 minutes east of Austin.
I slow and he gives me a thumbs up and motions me to keep riding.
Nope. Not leaving a rider behind.
I take off my helmet, balaclava, earbuds, and that half chewed handkerchief. Still smelled like the place I got tutored.
Gentleman wearing his Vietnam Veteran Hat.
I ask the typical questions. He's not injured. Good!.
His 1100 Honda got a rear tubless puncture.
It was a rapid decomp, but he managed a controlled stop.
Another rider stopped. Had a can of fix-a-flat. Didn't do as stated. The milky goo just sprayed outta that big hole. Bummer.
Tow truck is still 2 hours out.
I'm not going anywhere.
The three us chatted a bit. Other rider rolled east.
My new friend pulled an unused tire plug kit out and attempted to plug the hole. No joy.
Those who have experienced road/trail side repairs, you know how time goes by.
Improvising, I take two of those sticky tire plugs, lubricate them in the fixaflat goo on the ground and work them into the hole. Trying to get more material inside the tire.
My hands still hate me. Leatherman still sticky. Don't care.
After he pumped it up with a groovy 12V pump.I'm crossing fingers it holds air. Yes.
Slow test ride and recheck pressure. 35. Sweet!
He rides carefully to town. I pack up and roll after him.
He made it! Thank you moto gods!
We chatted a bit and local LEO stopped by. He knew the tow truck driver. My friend was in civilization and sat comfortably knowing his ride was only an hour out.
We shook hands and I rolled west.
I'm now waaay behind schedule and freezing. Still don't care.