Reading Revmaatin s stories and laughing at
his adventures has inspired me to tap the keys into a ride story. Here goes .
On July 17th I flew from the Yukon down to Missoula,
Montana. I stayed with my friend
Alan, wife River, daughter Hannah, yappy dog and 6
chickens in an urban idyll. My bike was stored there after a 5,000 mile ride from
an Albuquerque, New Mexico
to the Yucatan Peninsula and back last November. On that ride the bike s chain + cogs became
worn to the point of dysfunction. It
just made it to ~ 60 miles south of San
Antonio. I was
glad to have made it to the U.S. Felt like home. I knew services in the U.S. In Mexico getting repairs often
involves dealings and processes that are less familiar to me. Things get done, but differently.
Anyhow, my plan was to make repairs to the bike
and ride it back to the Yukon. First was rebuilding the forks. I really blew
a seal in Mexico
and it made the handling on stopping pretty squirrelly. I got the forks apart
with some DSN Listers help. I had tried
doing it by force and was in the process of stripping nuts. Straining to separate the upper and lower
portions saw the corners rounding and I very wisely stopped. A quick email to
DSN resulted in more wisdom. I was advised by DSN that an impact wrench is the
tool to get forks separated. It was a slick
move and I felt good getting that done. I bolted on a fork brace at the same
time. I managed to find a DSN-Lister
selling a tall windshield and put that on as well. I was having some difficulty installing it
due to the fact that the guy who sold me his KLR had done some surgery to the
fairing he neglected to mention. The
fairing was cut down by an inch and I never noticed until the tall windshield
holes failed to line up with the holes in the fairing. A drill rectified that quickly. The originally existing mounting holes were now
above the level of the plastic cowl and I wondered if they would not act to
equalize the air pressure.
Three days of this maintenance and I was
ready for the road. Friends Alan + Steve
would join me for the first half of the ride (both from the Mexico ride.) Alan lived there and Steve
was flying over from England
for a ride. They would be respectively
riding a Harley Davidson and a Suzuki 650 V-Strom. As we left my battery was refusing to take a
charge and so we went to Battery Mart for a sealed replacement on the way out
of town. Seems like one s lucky to get
two years out of a battery here in the north. Perhaps it s my lack of care and
leaving them out in the cold overwinter?
We headed up #93 into British Columbia. Warm weather.
Good for riding. Riding up to the
border I explained the complexities of where my bike was from, why it was
there, the ride to Mexico and how I had moved from Alberta to the Yukon in
Canada the border guard just waved a hand to silence me and asked who the
other guys were. I started another
diatribe and he interrupted with, Are they your friends? I nodded and he passed me through. Probably glad to get rid of another
windbag. I m sure border guards get
tired of hearing the traveller s particulars. Across the border with my bike I
felt some relief. I don t know why being
in one s own country brings peace, but it does. I like the U.S. It sure felt more comfortable than Mexico, but Canada felt like home. Anyone else feel the same about arriving in
their home country?
Onward.
We rode up to the #3 Hwy and then east to enter Alberta
and shortly the town of Coleman.
We stopped at a tavern there for
dinner. The guys I was with would not
have a beer. They did not drink a beer and then ride. Hmph .That s something to
think about. We had 30 miles more to go that night. Leaving the bar I became aware that we were
being eyed by 3 women. They liked our rides. In Canada I ve heard those types of
people referred to as tire-biters. The term applies to getting appraised
approvingly on the basis of your steed rather than any personal characteristic. From Coleman we headed up a forestry trunk
road. It was dirt and I needed to
convince Alan that it wasn t too gnarly for a Harley.
We camped that night and the next day
headed up the beautiful Kananaskis Country to Banff, Alberta.
We passed a grizzly bear on the roadside
eating grass. At first glance I thought
it was a bison. I don t know when I ve
ever seen a bear that size. We rode past
Banff on the #1
Hwy and then south on #93Hwy down to Radium Hot Springs for a soak. That relaxed us such that we only went
another 45 miles before we tossed up our tents and found unconsciousness in Wasa Lake
Provincial Park. The park was full but, the park operator was
a biker and found us a site that was occupied only by an empty tent. Bikers are buds. A friend from Kelowna on a 2008 KLR
joined us onsite.
Next day saw us head off onto another
gravel road. Alan was getting annoyed
with me, but he was having no troubles on his Harley. He calls it the Black Pearl and loves that
bike. Different strokes for different
folks. I can t argue about it being a pretty bike though. We rode west from Kimberley, BC
through a gorgeous mountain pass. To the astonishment of the other riders, who
thought I was dirt savvy, I did a brief visit into a ditch when my front tire
rolled on a rock. This seemingly minor slide had later consequences for my
shift lever. We rode down to Kootenay Bay on #3A and took the ferry across Kootenay Lake to Balfour. Our ride from there was north on #31 to Kaslo
then #31A to New Denver. From there we
headed west on #6 and down to another ferry
at Needles. Once across the Lower Arrow Lake
we rode west to #97 and south to Kelowna
for the night. These lakes are the headwaters of the Columbia
River. I wrote about this portion of our trip in detail as it was some
of the nicest riding you ll find in this area. The traffic was nonexistent. The roads were fabulous in terms of clean,
twisty, cop-free pavement. If you are
looking for a ride. Do it. Once near Kelowna you come into a
major retirement/holiday zone. It was
suddenly very developed and busy.
Frankly, I was glad to head further north.
The following morning we quickly bolted my
rear rack directly through the subframe. That seems to have stopped that from
loosening! We rode up to Salmon Arm. We
were invited to a potluck and decided to go for some local colour. The scene was great and so was the food. Only thing was one had to exert some
monstrous self-control not to be gagged by the numerous flies on all the food! I reined in my horror and tried the various home-made
casseroles, dips and BBQ d meats. Still,
the flies remain in my mind.
North from Salmon Arm, BC we rode #5 and
#16 to Jasper, Alberta.
The next morning we hit the road at 8:30
to ride 35 miles to Miette Hot Springs. In the cool of the morning the scenery was
stellar. The road from Hwy #16 was 10
miles up to the Hot Springs.
Another lovely road. Twisty, hilly and
amidst mountains. Our speeds were held
in check as it was quite brushy by the shoulders and an animal leaping out
seemed very likely.
The riding north from here was fast
going. No traffic and few towns as we buzzed
through Grande Cache on #40 and past Grande Praire on #43. We camped and then made south for Prince George down #97 after Dawson Creek.
Steve and Alan were off to Calgary, Alberta and I was headed north to my home in Whitehorse, Yukon. I felt conflicted as we parted. Part of me just wanted to forget my
responsibilities and ride. The other
half wanted to get home, back to good work and pay checks. I rode west from Prince George on #16 thinking I could go up the Cassier Hwy towards
Whitehorse. I thought that for the first 500 miles and
then realized that the Cassier was closed due to forest fires. Adding to the fact that I had now added 1,000
miles to my trip was the additional delight that began with an earlier and
seemingly inconsequential slide. Initially
my shifter just seemed a bit stuck. I
tried to rectify the situation by bending it outwards with my hand and neigh
tore it in half!?! That precipitated a
quick trip to a couple of shops in Smithers, BC. Fortunately the shop owner
found a shift lever on a rotting dirt bike laying in back of the shop that sort
of fit the KLR. I wasn t feeling
picky. I was 3 days and 1500 miles from
needing to be at the construction site. My ride back to Prince
George and up the Alaska Highway to Whitehorse was largely uneventful. Notables were the herds of wood bison laying
on the road verges lazily chewing their cud.
Stopping at roadwork that was underway I was amazed at the way 2 inch Long
Horned Pine Bark beetles would buzz up and land on you. The locals casually picked up by the antenna,
tossed them on the ground and crunched them into a gritty paste with their
boot. Their sage advice was that the
bugs can give you a mean bite, but their slow.
Other excitement was my hitting a pothole so hard that it bent my rim. Thankfully no flat. Otherwise, my carburetor developed a
seemingly endless flow of fuel that dropped the mileage down to 20 mpg. That s serious when the gas stations are 150+
miles apart. I was able to rotate the
carb body to take off the bottom. Seemed like the clip that holds the float needle
to control the flow of gas into the carb was dislodged. Whatever was the problem. When I reassembled the carb, it was fixed. I
happily buzzed the last 4 hours across the Alaska
from Watson Lake
to Whitehorse. Stopped for gas and had to look for the
proprietor to pay. He was in having
breakfast. Got a love that sort of
trust. The last mechanical insult was a
speedo that started indicating lower and lower speed until it just gave up the
ghost totally. What s with that? Oh well, I ve still got a tach to give me a
rough idea. Home turned out to be 4,000
miles from Missoula. After a loaded 9,000 miles my back tire is
looking right worn. My front looks like
it has another season!
Time to do some work on the bike and think
about another journey for next season.
Over to you Rev. You do it better anyhow.
Jim A5
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Great story. Be careful with fly food. I had terrible food poisoning once in Tahiti that lasted 3 weeks. My wife said after leaving the cookout "I didn't eat any of that mac salad or the chicken, it looked like the grill hadn't been cleaned ever." My stomach was already rumbling. I now watch what she eats for guidance when we travel. Great place Tahiti is though. Lots of fish. I rented a scooter but had to really watch for deadly fallen coconuts on the road.
Criswell
On Aug 27, 2010, at 5:37 PM, Jim Tegler wrote: > > Reading Revmaatin s stories and laughing at > his adventures has inspired me to tap the keys into a ride story. Here goes . > > > > On July 17th I flew from the Yukon down to Missoula, > Montana. I stayed with my friend > Alan, wife River, daughter Hannah, yappy dog and 6 > chickens in an urban idyll. My bike was stored there after a 5,000 mile ride from > an Albuquerque, New Mexico > to the Yucatan Peninsula and back last November. On that ride the bike s chain + cogs became > worn to the point of dysfunction. It > just made it to ~ 60 miles south of San > Antonio. I was > glad to have made it to the U.S. Felt like home. I knew services in the U.S. In Mexico getting repairs often > involves dealings and processes that are less familiar to me. Things get done, but differently. > > > > Anyhow, my plan was to make repairs to the bike > and ride it back to the Yukon. First was rebuilding the forks. I really blew > a seal in Mexico > and it made the handling on stopping pretty squirrelly. I got the forks apart > with some DSN Listers help. I had tried > doing it by force and was in the process of stripping nuts. Straining to separate the upper and lower > portions saw the corners rounding and I very wisely stopped. A quick email to > DSN resulted in more wisdom. I was advised by DSN that an impact wrench is the > tool to get forks separated. It was a slick > move and I felt good getting that done. I bolted on a fork brace at the same > time. I managed to find a DSN-Lister > selling a tall windshield and put that on as well. I was having some difficulty installing it > due to the fact that the guy who sold me his KLR had done some surgery to the > fairing he neglected to mention. The > fairing was cut down by an inch and I never noticed until the tall windshield > holes failed to line up with the holes in the fairing. A drill rectified that quickly. The originally existing mounting holes were now > above the level of the plastic cowl and I wondered if they would not act to > equalize the air pressure.
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Bill,
Now, that sounded exciting!
WoW! Glad you were not hurt.
You could have torn a rubber bumper inside the hub--it does not appear that you took it apart to look. If you think it is different after the incident than before, it is inviting you to take a peek. Refusing such an invitation leads to stories that begin,
"It was a dark and stormy night."
I also wonder if you could have bent a R sprocket?
IRT the alignment marks:
If we think of those 'marks' on the swing arm as 'index' marks, or a point of reference to 'start' the alignment process and not precise vernier measurements, we will be more at peace at where our final alignment is IRT those swing arm marks.
What I do think, that if the average-untrained-owner using even the most basic issued tool kit, used and aligned his/her index marks equally, and had the proper tension, he/she would most likely have a bike that was safe to operate; chain and sprockets might not last as long, shrug, but it would at least be safe.
And safe goes a long way in my book.
What is of interest to me and is OEM on the KLX300R, are the snail adjusters. I set them both equal, and the chain is 'straight'. At least I keep telling myself it is straight, and like most of us, I would never lie to myself.
revmaaatin. who is still irritated the upgraded KLR does not have snail adjusters. You have thought the mother-kaw would have asked a committee of 8K dsn members what would have been helpful
ps--for the overly-persnickity (and you know who you are)
While checking the chains for alignment, take one last look at it after you have properly torqued the axle nut. If your axle nut had not been snug while making the adjustments, you might be surprised how much the alignment moved.
--- In DSN_KLR650@yahoogroups.com, "billshel2003" wrote: > > > > I was on a road trip and one of the nylon straps I used to "secure" the load on the rack hanged down and got caught on the hub just inside the rear sprocket. It felt like I hit a hard bump, but it pulled that 1" nylon strap down, wrapped it around the hub and snapped it. Luckily, previously I upgraded the subframe bolts or it might have ripped the back of the bike apart. I doing doing around 60mph. Upon examination it looked like the rear sprocket was now directing the chain to the left of the countershaft sprocket. I had always kept the chain adjustment marks equal. Now the left side is slightly forward so that when viewed from behind I eyeball the chain being directed straight to the countershaft sprocket. Maybe it was always a little off, or maybe the swingarm got bent during that incident. But, those marks aren't equal from here on out. Bike still runs fine. > > --- In DSN_KLR650@yahoogroups.com, "transalp 1" wrote: > > > > Chain adjusters and their marks for aligning the rear wheel are a "close enough" affair, I suppose. > > Recently, I adjusted my chain and went for a short ride. As I rolled to a stop in the driveway, I noticed the chain made more noise than before. It wasn't too tight or loose. I'd double checked the tension and at different points by turning the wheel. Hmmm.... So, I put the bike on the center stand and had a look at the rear sprocket. The chain seemed to be riding on the center of the teeth and not favoring one side or another. Then I had a MacGyver moment and got a small ceramic magnet, rectangular in shape, about 2 inches by 1 inch by 1/4 in. With the thin edge of one long side at 12:00 on the rear sporocket - magnet parallel to the ground - I placed a brand new, straight hacksaw blade on the opposite edge pointed forward at the countershaft sprocket area. The blade was situated so it was vertically oriented (like it would be in a saw in use) and not inclined to "flop". The blade is also white, so it was easy to see it wasn't pointed straight ahead. In fact, it was headed left a good bit. I played with the chain adjusters a little and got the blade going straight ahead - parallel to the chain as I could manage. After tightening things up, I gave the wheel a spin. The chain still seemed centered on the sprocket and the tension was okay. So, I took the bike for another short ride. The odd noise was gone. In fact, the chain is really quiet now. Success! > > > > eddie > > >
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