They will have to weld a washer to the race on the left side to get it out. Not sure about the right side bearing. He rode 20 miles on it after it failed.
Hope I don't jinx myself before the Springfield run, but I've never had a bearing failure. Don't torque the axle, go snug, then torque the pinch bolt and loctite blue. simple. no?
UNTILL - Looks like the beemer just wanted to stop and enjoy the countryside.
Having done the gap 2up on a bike, with a bike in the back of a truck and solo withing 24 hours, I can say that on the bike is the best way to run the gap. 2up would not be bad with a willing passenger, otherwise all the screaming gets a little annoying
The Beemer made it back home but not in the intended way.
Made it back to TWO just in time to miss the moto GP race !!
Hung out with R.D. for the rest of the day on the porch relaxing, BSing and trying to stay warm.
2 bikes broken but no broken people, a bunch of miles ridden, some new friends, some old friends and some new brothers. All in all, still a great weekend.
Great posts, love the pics Eric- but I wasn't screaming (out loud anyway), that sound you heard was my ass suctioning up the back of the seat. Just like Ross Perot once said...
Our Dragon curve tally alone was 954 curves. 318 X 1 North, seat suction at max setting, then a run back south in my truck to retrieve the BMW in the dark (with the kind assistance of a true North Carolina "good ol' boy"), then the final run north again.
It'd be fun if someone would invent, like an odometer, a "curvemeter". No telling how many we did Saturday. Thanks again, brother Eric, you saved the day.
My next days off will be next Monday/Tuesday, will be looking into healing my poor Beemer then.
I had a great time. Made some new friends, visited with some old friends, and ran the wheels off my Sportster. My "like new" tires are now battered veterans and my foot pegs took a beating.....all while maintaining what Eric with a "C" called a casual pace. I think that's what he called it. It was all I could do to keep up with an antique BMW touring bike. Seriously, I was pacing Squids in the corner, grinding my peg and noting that he has 2 more inches to go before anything hits. But you know what they say, it's more fun to ride a slow bike fast than a fast bike slow. Well using that philosophy my fun meter was pegged! I was having a blast. Thanks to all the locals for putting this together. I'll be back!
Roy- glad to lead the way. I was boring Matthew on the first half of the ride, kinda wicked it up from Reliance TN to lunch to entertain him. My only regret is that you missed the Cherohala. Oh, and all the drama after my beloved Beemer passed out on me.
If I still had 2" left cornering, then I'm getting old and slow. I need more motor and new tires. Hmmmm...
My first BMW was an '82 R65, which had a shorter wheelbase than my current R75/7. I learned Deal's Gap on the R65. I could outride any squid on a 600. This was long before I took my job at Smoky Mountain H-D/BUELL, 2004.
Yes, it is more fun to ride a slow bike fast, than a fast bike slow. I'll try to work the difference next time, Matthew, Eric.
Rt 60 = Hot Sportster pace Kayak Canyon = U-Haul pace
As I ponder putting more money in the Sportster to make it faster and make more improvements in cornering clearance I'm faced with the fact that I could buy 2 or 3 used naked sport bikes for the money I'm looking at spending. It's starting to look stupid on my part.
On the why I did not make the journey front; I awoke this morning to a sheer violent event due to this continued illness.
About 5am I choked hard. Thought I injested a large wad of gum.....into my lung. It was a lugie ball of thick mucus. As I coughed it up I not only blew a blood vessel in my eye again, but set off major leg cramps that had me fly out of bed, into a wall to land on the floor with all of the bed covers.
I was thinking after I recovered, if twenty years up the road, I die in a nursing home like my step dad recently did, let this kind of event be my exit event.
I would not want to lay there and quietly expire like my step dad did. Why, when using involuntary muscle movement, I can fly out of bed, bounce off a wall, land on the floor with my legs flailing, not breathing with my eyes bulging out to bleed, unable to talk or yell even.
When my time to expire comes I think that would be funny as hell. Might even lead to an unnecessary investigation.
My point is, I'm STILL too sick to have made the trip.
As I sit here reading and pondering a thought comes to me. I helped tune Matthews car. It needed the extra weight in the passenger seat to dial in the clearance for the right front tire. You're welcome Matthew.
Good God Vern! You better check in again with the doctor! Aspirating that much flegm is a horrible thing, and a crappy way to check out if you don't clear it out. My early years with asthma made me hypersensitive to lung issues... get better, brother! Be sure Diane knows CPR at any rate, OK? Geez!
Just re-read your post. One of the things I admire about you is your bent, twisted, sick and too healthy sense of humor. If your body were as healthy as your humor bone, you'd have rode a bicycle to and from TWoS by now!
My sense of humor has not been helpful upon times of serious injury. I blew out a lower back disc many years ago. Had my spinal chord pinched in half. The surgeon put me in for emergency surgery upon seeing the MRI that was taken 2 months after the injury.
The ER docs did not take it seriously because I was joking around with them. But I could not move or release the muscle tension in my legs. I should have cried. No help for two months because I laughed through it.
Did the same thing when I hyper extended my knee on a dirt bike. They did nothing for it because I did not seem to be in pain.
Also the same for when I exploded my ankle joint as I went over backwards on my TT 500 back when.
Weird. You can tell them it hurts, but if you are smiling. They don't believe you!
My problem is that there 1 to 10 scale is out of calibration.
1 is how I feel on a good morning. On said good morning I need 20 minutes in a scalding hot shower to bend far enough to put my socks on.
If the pollen is out I will need a Claritin to get my headache to back off far enough to uncross my eyes. Pollen days are a 2.
10 is getting sucked feet first into a wood chipper while on fire. It has to be. Their chart only goes to 10.
So when I tell them the pain is an 8 they look at their chart of smiley faces and give me a baby aspirin when I probably need a medically induced coma.
Yea, I think the 1 to 10 thing is pretty lame. Both my parents and my brother-in-law (all now deceased) had a lot of hospital stays, so my sister and I have spent a lot of time in waiting rooms discussing such things.
One thing my dad figured out after repeated experiences, you know how they get ready to do a "procedure" on you and say "you may experience mild discomfort"? We figured out "mild discomfort" translates to "extreme agony" in layman's terms.
One thing my dad figured out after repeated experiences, you know how they get ready to do a "procedure" on you and say "you may experience mild discomfort"? We figured out "mild discomfort" translates to "extreme agony" in layman's terms.
It only ever hurts so bad. But, they don't give you a time. I will check out and go somewhere else. I want to know when I will come back to feel some more discomfort. Now if they turn the nitrous all the way up, I will stay and watch because I don't care. I can stay calm while you drill my tooth without anything to numb it, if you tell me how long it will be. Or let me know how many stitches it will take to close me up. I do not like the pinching that goes with glueing me shut. It's like sticking a needle in my head. It's the point in a nightmare that the evil comes through the wall of your mind and looks you in the eye. Now if it is a good looking nurse or doctor, I can allow for more pain. It gets personal. I'm not certain. But I may be twisted.
10 is getting sucked feet first into a wood chipper while on fire. I asked what a 10 would be. One nurse told me, if it brings you to tears it's a 10. Another nurse told me it has to hurt enough to go to the ER. So I tell them: 1=fine 5=hurts f'ing bad. 10=ER