who were the broken down world tourer's (4 bikes) driving up aurora last night

Discussion in 'West – California, the desert southwest and whatev' started by Solo Lobo, Oct 3, 2005.

  1. Solo Lobo

    Solo Lobo airhead or nothing Supporter

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    About 7:00pm last night my wife spotted 4 world travelers on fully kitted bikes driving up Aurora last night, 3 solo bikes and one sidecar. A solo was towing the sidecar... my wife was going the other way and backtracked to try and flag them down to come over to our place to use the shop space/tools and perahps a place to sleep. They turned west off of Aurora and she couldn't find 'em..... what a woman!
    Anyone know their story?????
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  2. dirtyboy

    dirtyboy Wheel spinner

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    It musta been these guys...

    They came, they got soaked, they snored, they got sleeted, hailed and
    snowed
    upon, they got 'tatered', they rode through mud and snow, puddles the
    size
    of small lakes, and firmly bonded with good friends, a warm fire, good
    food,
    and good drink in the face of PacNorWET fall weather adversity. Thanks
    to
    Joe, the Reverend Wayne, and many others for a truly memorable fall
    ride and
    campout.

    Dave Hooker and I headed out on FRI on our URAL (now re-christened
    URinAL,
    read on) Gear-Ups. Met up with Wayne and the other first-nighters at
    South
    Sound. The predicated rain materialized, in spades. About 25 miles
    out of
    camp, in Randle (not "Randy" <g>), Dave's Gear-Up started having
    serious
    ignition problems, and he decided that it was smarter to stop, see what
    could be fixed in the morning, then head home, rather than head
    off-pavement
    with known and serious ignition problems.

    The rest of us carried on into Takhllakh Lake camp. We arrived late,
    in the
    dark and in the rain. I'm sure the heaviest rainfall of the weekend
    fell
    while we were all pitching camp. It was a struggle to find a flat
    piece of
    ground to pitch a tent that wasn't populated with puddles of standing
    water.
    No problem, Joe was there with an awning over the picnic table, the
    Coleman's fired up, with hot chili for all.

    Wayne and crew whipped up a huge batch of mongo breakfast burritos SAT
    morning, and most headed out for day rides in the area. I wound up
    heading
    back to camp to re-fuel, and with the rain coming down again, decided
    it was
    the better part of valor to sit and enjoy the fire for a while.... The
    afternoon was one of falling temps, and falling water in the form of
    rain
    and intermittent hailstorms. As the pumped but tired riders returned
    to
    camp, we were all treated to a wet and heavy snowfall, perhaps as much
    as an
    inch accumulation in about 30 mins. A fine setting and backdrop for
    another
    good fire, smokey people and smokey Scotch, served up with grilled
    sausages
    and all the trimmings.

    SUN morning, the rain let up for a while. Wayne and crew cooked up an
    even
    more humungous and heart-stopping batch of cold-weather camp burritos
    (with
    optional salmon frittatas - would you like a Bloody Mary with that
    sir?).
    As I headed out for a sidehack ride with Peas 'n' Corn, Aaron and Chris
    Poland, I started having the same ignition problems that Dave Hooker
    had
    suffered two days earlier. I headed back to camp to swap out the
    plugs,
    plug caps, ignition module, and coil. Frustratingly, even with new
    parts -
    same symptoms.

    Decided to head out for home in limp mode, the rig would run sort of
    reasonably well at about 30MPH in 2nd gear. Made it to Randle, but it
    was
    obvious it was going to be a long and frustrating ride home. Outside of
    Randle, saw an auto parts store. Although it was SUN and the store was
    normally closed, the proprietor just happened to have stopped by,
    searching
    for his binoculars, and seeing a bedraggled group of two sidehacks
    (Chris'
    and mine) and three bikes (Lin, Rick and Russ), opened up the shop and
    restrooms for whatever we needed. Since the only things I hadn't
    already
    replaced at camp were the plug wires, Russ hand-built a set of good
    ignition
    cables, boots and caps, which we installed in the parking lot.
    Unfortunately, they didn't help. Since I wasn't having a fuel problem,
    the
    only assumption is - two bad or weak ignition coils in a row? Not
    unheard
    in the world of URinAL parts and (lack of) quality control....

    At that point, Russ suggested that he simply tow the rig home behind
    his
    R1150GS. Risk-taker that I am, I agreed. One of the ubiquitous BMW
    shipping straps and one tie-down strap were banded together, giving us
    a
    towing tether which gave me about FIVE FEET of clearance between Russ's
    rear
    wheel and my front. Off we went. Initially slowing down was a
    rear-ender
    waiting to happen. But after even a short while living life with a
    reaction
    time required of about 1/4 second, one learns to adapt. With a clear
    set of
    hand signals, Russ (Potter) could let me know when to load the tow
    strap for
    slowing down, put on the binders to stop us completely, or just add a
    touch
    of brake to keep the strap tight. And, after the first left-hander
    where
    all three Russian Iron tires broke loose in the apex, with me swinging
    out
    behind Russ's GS like a frantic water skier on an 1,100 pound steel
    sled, we
    figured out the right entry speeds for turns. Incredibly, Russ towed
    me in
    this fashion for over 100 miles, all the way up Hwy 7, through Tacoma,
    then
    up Highway 99 in north Seattle, with Lin and Rick pre-running up front,
    and
    Chris P. holding off traffic in back. When I got home, they all helped
    push
    the rig into the garage.

    All in all, and excellent adventure in the truest sense of the word.
    We saw
    water in all it's forms, the beer stayed cold all weekend, the
    camaraderie
    and friendship couldn't be beat.

    And most importantly, Luca gets to pass on the "wuss" award to someone.

    Thanks again to all who made it happen, to all who came, and those
    special
    riders who saw me all the way home - it's weekends like this that make
    me
    fully appreciate, anew, what an amazing community of riders we have
    here....

    Best,

    Mike M. Paull
    Seattle, WA
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  3. dirtyboy

    dirtyboy Wheel spinner

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    The rest of the story...

    Date: Mon, 03 Oct 2005 18:24:48 +0000
    From: [email protected]
    Subject: WATER, and Ural's, DON'T mix well together

    Howdy All,

    Well I made it home, now I am in the process of dealing with my towing
    insurace company to get reembursed for the tow from Elby to my
    home.

    I found that the major problem with my rig on Friday was not the
    ignition system. Upon further detailed inspection Saterday afternoon after
    cleaning the plugs, and checking the igniton system, I found the air
    filter to be completly saturated with water. I cleaned the air filter,
    reinstalled it and the bike ran perfectly.

    Ural, has got to come up with a air intake system that will not allow
    this to happen if these bikes are to run properly here in the Great
    Nor-Wet. In the mean-time, I am going to fabricate some tyope of barrier
    that will not allow water to enter into the filter. Yes, I am getting a
    bit pissed off at the problems I have had with this bike, but it's like
    having a mongeral dog, after a while they grow on you and you can't see
    being with out it. I can honestlyu say that the Gear-Up, when it's
    running is the most FUN machine I have ever owned, "IF" I can get it
    sorted out, it'll be a keeper.

    I am glad everyone made it home OK, Mike it sounds like you had your
    share of problems also, check to make sure your air filter is not water
    logged.

    Dave, aka Mr. Cob
    Driver of the "Churnoblye Chariot"
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