So i promised everyone a review of my trip on a 78 sr500 from Orangeville Ontario to Fresno California.
While going through Sturgis for the annual bike rally. There i was to meet with my girlfriend and her family and friends (all Harley owners)
A trip of 4,600 km, crossing 8 states and one province, a nice little trip that, as a new bike owner I was very much looking forward to.
The bike had not run in 6 years, and had 4k original km, we installed new tires, new gas, clean the carb, new k&N airfilter, new front braided brake line, oil changed (synthetic). We also put in a new set if chains and sprocket to make the gearing as high as possible fir highway cruising. I did purchase a set of clubman handle bars, and new head pipe and torque valve from VD classics when i went to visit them in April. unfortunately, i did not have time to install them.
So why a picture of a chipmunk you ask? Well this little guy was my main audience during the repairs and prep. He was coming in an getting into a bag of bird seeds in the garage, and in between feeding would simply stand there and watch us. To reward him for his dedicated interest in my work, i captured him while he was in the bag and provided him with several high speed spins above my head (screw you PETA). Just what the astronauts go through in preparation for space travel. He actually liked it! And came back for more.
I only had 24 hours to get the bike ready, so after a long day this is the final results. i did purchase a tank bag to keep my maps and it provided a small additional storage.
The following day the adventure began. Heading for Sarnia Ont crossing the border and making my way across Michigan to Muskegon to catch a high speed ferry across lake Michigan. I did not want to go through Chicago and this little detour was to save me about 3 hours of riding,
Snag number #1, it was raining by the time i got to Sarnia, and the traffic jam to get to the other side of the border cost me well over 2 hours of waiting. They limited the number if cars and trucks in the bridge at the same time, i think this was a knee jerk re-action to what had happen in Minneapolis just a couple of days before.
One of my stops to put on my rain gear and warm up my hands.
I did manage to make it to just East of Lansing, MI at 10 pm, the following day i had to make up and drive the remaining 170 miles or so to catch the ferry at 9 am. So in the morning i got up at 6 am and rode pretty hard to the ferry launch. The bike stared to act up and was starting to miss fire when i showed up at the docks.
Another snag, the ferry was under repair and stuck in Milwaukee and they did not expected to be ready until 4 pm. This gave me some time to look into the miss firing issue and visit the local bike shop.
I suspected the main jet was the culprit, since the spark plug was black and not the appropriate brown color. I did change the jet from 300 to 320 when i installed the K&N filter, I was simply to re-install the original jet.
Using the original tool kit, the bike was stripped, carburetor loosen enough to rotate to the right, Fuel bowl off, and jet replaced in 15 minutes,
And after the repair, i had a throttle lock installed at the local shop for a total $80 us.
At about 3 pm, the high speed ferry showed up, and it was quite an upgrade in vs the old ferry that use to make the crossing,
Funny enough, a bunch of Harley's showed up and it did not take very long for them to pat each other on the
back, while showing off the latest piece of chrome they had purchase. Notice no-one would park beside the old Yamaha!
Soon enough the ferry unloaded its passengers and cars, and it was our turn to get in and strapped down.
The ferry does 35 knots and its a twin power jet drive system, very impressive speed for such a large craft.
Within 2.15 hour, we could see the outline of the city if Milwaukee.
Not 10 minutes after getting off the boat and on the road that it stated to rain all over again, but having lost 2 hours at the border, plus an additional 6 because of the ferry. I was basically one day behind schedule, so i needed to press on and rode in the rain until 11 pm that night.
This took me to the state border and just on the East side if the Mississippi river at 11:00 pm. The plan was again to wake up early and hit the road by 6:30 am.
Well I sleep in and didn't cross the river until 10 am.
This left me with 683 miles to cover until Rapid city in South Dakota. I arrived at 6:00 pm in Rapid city, 683 miles in 8 hours. That's an average speed of 85 mph or 135 km/h, not bad for a 29 year old motorcycle. And this is after stopping every 70 miles since the tank is small.
I did have 2 additional issues, the left hand mirror did vibrate loose once, and i broke off the horn from its bracket while hitting a bump in a construction zone.
To be continued....
Part 2, the beginning of the end!
Sorry i don't have any pictures of the ride across Minnesota and South Dakota, for 2 simple reasons. 1) yes its pretty, but there is nothing there except corn fields and cows. 2) because it started to rain all over again.
As a mater of fact, the rain turn to thunder storm, which in turn brought a hail storm. For anyone that have ridden in a hail storm before, you have my sympathy and the utmost respect because frankly, that shit hurts. And there is nothing that can possibly shelter you, I had no choice but to keep riding.
Once in Rapid city, i joined up with my girlfriend and her relatives and had my first beer in 3 days. I didn't even get off the bike to drink it.
The following day, we got together for a nice ride to see mount Rushmore and crazy horse, then a quick trip to Sturgis itself.
The black hills of south Dakota are absolutely beautifully. And a nice reward after having driven across miles and miles of corn fields, and there was no more rain!
Mount Rushmore
My girlfriend
and my favorite
to be mother-in-law
A very nice Indian motorcycle on the parking lot of Crazy Horse mountain.
And finally Sturgis, the mecca of the motorcycle industry.
Thousands of Harley's and several other motorcycles from all over the world.
This guy even had a dead bird on his front grill, having driven across from California
Some of the typical nightlife in Sturgis
The following day we took a ride to the "bad lands", a smaller version of the grand canyon.
The old Yamaha beside the monster Harley
We returned to Sturgis the following and spend an afternoon checking out the latest and greatest in custom and OEM.
Indian Larry classic, the man was a genius
The new Cafe Triumph Truxton, this maybe my next bike
S&S stand ad this beautifully custom on display
And of course, the you have the extreme eccentrics, this guy was mild compare to some of the things we saw.
That afternoon, the group went separates ways, Shannon and her parents headed for Colorado, her brother and friends headed back east. And i started part 2 of my trip by heading towards California.
Because of the helmet law in South Dakota (there is none), i rode without one all the way to the next state of Nebraska. One quick stop at the last gas station in S.D and i saw 2 dogs being pulled on a Harley.
Now in regards to the helmet law and the know steering issue of the SR. During the entire trip i all ready had experienced "head shake". From settle to mild, even in the rain and at speeds from 70 to 85 mph.
My solution had always work of simply shifting some of my weight forward, back off the throttle. And regain full control with out any issues.
Also the helmet had served very well over the first 2,000 km on the way to Sturgis, the number of decease flies from one full tank to another clearly demonstrate this.
I did ride through SD without one, and i can tell you. Getting hit in the nose by a miniature jumbo jet does make you bleed.
So at the border, i put it back on.
And shortly after, maybe about 3 miles. I stared to experience the head shake, except this time it was more violent and very sudden.
I had enough time to realize that shifting my weight forward did not solve the issue. This was going to end badly and very quickly. So while trying to regain control, i was still doing about 60 mph (100 km/h) i headed for the side of the road and as i touched the grass the bike catapulted me over the handle bar.
I was very fortunate to have my helmet on, and to have the 2 cars behind me being driven by 2 nurse.
The end results are a broken collar bone, a fractured shoulder blade, left punctured lung and multiple cracked ribs on both sides. 5 days in the hospital and now i am home waiting to see some specialist starting tomorrow. (this was typed with my good arm).
The damage to the bike is not excessive, it did a end of end at least once if not twice.
So now starts the rebuilt process....