A few weeks back i bought a 1993 FXR super glide in Wisconsin. My good friend Dave Polgreen drove over from St Paul and checked it out and picked it up for me. I flew into St Paul and got to spend the day with the amazing Pete Mason, the next day Pete Dave and I loaded our bikes up and headed west to check out Sturgis. We stopped at Karls Cycle supply, Karls son Matt Olsen took us on a grand tour and let us ride some of their bikes it was a dream come true. There place is vintage Harley heaven,
"me and 5 freshly built Knucklehead motors"
"Two people i feel lucky to call my friends, Matt Olsen and Pete Mason posing on an amazing 1938 knucklehead bob job"
After Karls we headed straight to Sturgis, within a few hours Pete and I looked at each other and said we were ready to leave. It just wasnt our kind of place. But we met up with some friends and the day got better.
The high light of my our time in Sturgis was the dinner that Jeff Holt and Chris from Street Chopper took us to in Deadwood. Great friends and good food make for the best of times
The next morning i loaded up early and got on the road to head back to California.
The Black Hills were beautiful to ride through, and i stopped at Mount Rushmore, i had never seen it and glad i went
I was making good time and had covered 550 miles when all of a sudden the bike just stopped running i got over to the side of the highway and couldn't get it to start again, i called for a tow.
About 30 mins into my wait a guy on a bike pulls over to see if i need help. His name was Bob and he was also on a FXR, i tell him its my electrical system and its not something i can fix on the side of the road, so we just talk for a few mins. It turns out he bought his FXR brand new from the dealer in 87 and 30 minutes before he saw me his odometer had turned over for the 2nd time. He has personally logged over 200,000 miles on his bike. 25 round trips from Riverside Ca. to Sturgis, 4 round trips to Daytona bike week, and 4 rounds trips to Laconia bike week, are just sme of the miles he has done. He has had the motor built twice, but hasnt changed much. He turned in the 7 spoke mags when the factory recalled them and installed the 9 spoke and made some hard bags, but the bike is still original paint and everything else. It was great talking to Bob and i hope to run into him again some day
Bob and his machine
I was on the side of the road for almost 5 hours, almost got into a fight with a Tow Truck driver, and then pushed the bike close to 2 miles back to a truck stop called little America on I 80 in Wyoming. I had to stay the night there. The next morning a different tow truck came and took me into Utah. Andy from Pangea Speed came to my rescue. I had met Andy is Japan last december, and then in Mexico on the EL Diablo Run in May, but we barely knew each other. He picked me took me to his shop, and let me use his tools. All because we have some mutual friends. I cant thank him enough. The rotor had thrown a magnet and destroyed the stator.
Andy took me to the harley dealer where i picked up the parts and replaced them, with some help on the phone from my good friend Frank Kaisler. I got back on the road at 7:30 pm saturday night. I had lost a full 24 hrs. I did 200 miles that night and slept in Beaver Utah. On sunday morning i got back on the road and killed the last 530 miles through the desert and back to the SFV. What an adventure. Breaking down totally sucked, but thinking back im glad it happened. It just adds to the adventure. I love motorcycle now more then ever before, but what i really hold dear to my heart in the amazing group of people that i get to call my friends, that i wouldn't have met if it wasn't for bikes. That is the truly great part of this world that we are all involved in
Great adventure man and good seeing ya in Sturgis.ReplyDelete
nice, sounds like a great time. Breaking down sucks, but the cool thing about being involved in motorcycling is all the people you meet who are willing to lend you a hand. You know you'd do the same for them if they were in your shoes, and I would for anyone I met or was a mutual friend of. My dad dropped his Guzzi on way to rally in north Carolina. His friends helped him piece it back together to limp it the rest of the the trip down. When he got there, his friends had called ahead and all the guys from NC went through their spares and had everything my dad needed to get the bike back together correctly. Thats the fraternity of cycling I love the most. Jeff I hope you make it east sometime and we can ride, that is if you don't mind riding along side a Brit Twin! ;)ReplyDelete
Was good seeing you out there! Glad you made it back in one piece.ReplyDelete
cool story jeff.....ReplyDelete