About 20 miles south of Quesnel BC I heard a clunk and gurgle, I knew what it was straight away, I've been there before, the drive side rear wheel bearing failure on my Buell Ulysses. I turned around and limped back towards Quesnel. Soon I spotted a farmer in his driveway, so I stopped and asked for help. Like a good boy scout I had replacement bearings with me so a couple of hours later I was back on the road and heading south. When shit happens embrace it with both hands because that's when you meet some great people, only too willing help and much appreciated.