In the last month I did the [url="http://advrider.com/forums/showthread.php?t=580491"]Lawton 100[/url], the [url="http://advrider.com/forums/showthread.php?t=548017"]Berkshire Big Adventure Dual Sport[/url] and this past weekend was 10 miles into [url="http://advrider.com/forums/showthread.php?t=580325"]The Durty Dabbers Dual Sport[/url] ride.
Those of you that were at any of these know it was pretty much North East riding at its finest. Mud and rocks punctuated by moments of singletrack and fire roads. Did I mention rocks? Lots and lots of rocks. I would have to say I am a rock God after these 3 rides. The Berkshire ride in particular...the last hero section (I did all the hero sections on each ride) was a 2-3 mile uphill full-rock ascent. "Hairy" is putting it lightly.
But alas back to our story.
Every story needs a hero. This is not one of those stories. I am no hero.
Well, maybe I have been accused of rescuing a bacon sammich from time to time.
So I'm about 10 miles in the Durty Dabbers ride this past weekend, and it's hairy. Stream crossings, climbs, pile-ups. And rocks. Lots and lots of rocks.
(as usual, this climb looked worse in person)
There was quite a pile up as person after person had to "lay er down" here. :lol3 (no, I was not one of those people)
So halfway through the first hero section, about 10 miles in I hear a substantial rock bounce off my skidplate. It was no more significant that any other rock strike other than the fact that it was...notable. Not notable enough to check, mind you as I heard it hit the skidplate. :deal (n00b mistake #1)
So I'm riding. And riding. And riding. Really enjoying my pace and the course. I start to notice I have no rear brake. Nothing. I try to pump it and stomp on it...I can get a little wheel action by stomping on it...oh well I think...will just finish the ride without a rear brake. I have had to bleed the rear in the past, I thought it was another air bubble. (n00b mistake #2)
I ride some more and come to the first rest stop/refuel station which is around mile 30. The bike is running great, I don't need fuel but want to stop for some air.
So I pull up to the hose to air up the front tire a bit (was running 13/16) when I looked down and notice my right leg looked like it was in the path of the BP oil spill. :huh
So I'm like,
fuck, how did I get oil on my leg, knowing full well there was only 1-2 explanations. I honestly thought I blew out my sight glass.
I follow my gaze to the right side of my 450 and notice...
I knew immediately what had happened and what rock caused it. If you look carefully in the latter pictures you can see the impact on the skidplate first and then it kind of "rolled" upward into the clutch cover.
My first thought was
holy shit my ride is over and I drove 7 hours last night to get here.
My second thought was
how the fuck am I going to get back to camp.
My third thought was
is my engine fucked.
So I mentioned it to a few guys, what had happened....had more than a few JB weld suggestions, but having no experience with JB I was...reluctant to say the least.
I saw a guy with a flat and helped him out with a tube and some irons.
Cheers Adam, glad you got up and going. After some persuading (again, I had never experienced the miracle that is JB Weld first-hand) a buddy of his Eli broke out the quick-setting JB and after some cleaning fashioned a patch.
I let it dry for about 45mins and even then it was a bit tacky. Tacky enough that I could score it with a quarter.
Alas the herd was thinning so I needed to get going.
I purchased a quart of Valero 10W40 (the only oil they had) and dumped in over 3/4 of a quart. :huh This brought it up to about 1/4" from the top of the sight glass.
...which means I had been riding for almost 20 miles over crazy terrain, hitting the rev limiter at times....and the bike was unaffected while only having about 1/3 of the proper oil capacity.....unaffected up till this point, that is. I had not started it yet.
Alas I could wait no longer. It was getting late and I still had a long way to go. At least 23 miles to get to camp by GPS.
I fired her up.....and finished the ride.
All 100 miles, 70 of it with the JB weld patch in place. I left the parking lot while it was still tacky and it didn't even weep.
The 450 didn't complain a bit, didn't miss a beat.
(that's not my plastic bottle, but I did pick it up)
Came home, changed out that terrible oil and rebuilt the engine.
I kid, I just rode it today locally. :lol3
Gonna keep the JB weld patch as a badge of honor.