Monthly Archive for April, 2008

Prepping for Trans-America Trail: Touratech High Fender Kit

As anyone who has ridden a late model KTM 640 Adventure or 950/990 Adventure in serious muddy conditions knows, it can be devastating when your front wheel stops turning because mud gets clogged between the wheel and fender. I had this happen once at slow speeds on a muddy doubletrack in the Uintas. It didn’t throw me, as I was able to hop off and land on my feet as the bike was going down, but trying to lift the bike and roll it out of the mud bog was like trying to push a 300 orange pig away from the feed trough. That pig wanted to stay put.

So after much research, I threw down $275.00 plus shipping for the Touratech LC8 and LC4 high fender conversion kit. I ordered it online and received it via ground shipping 2 days later. These bikes use many of the same front suspension parts, so the kit is shared between the two models. They also offer it in orange, silver and black fenders. I stuck with the orange. Bartman has a homegrown version on his 950 Adventure, but he had to do some serious mods to make it all come together. His solution to the dual rotor issue on the front was to remove the right side caliper and rotor. When asked about how that works, he said “fine on the dirt, not so good on the road.”

Let’s just say, it was an all day job. The directions were spartan, and translated from German. Non-linear would be one way to describe it; there were several steps I did that had to be undone after moving on to the next steps revealed that I had done something wrong. Also, ending up with extra parts is usually not a good thing. Bartman came over and checked it out and thought everything looked good, and wished that he had bought this kit when he did his fender conversion. The only thing I would suggest to Touratech is to make a kit for shorter travel bikes with a shorter second brake line. I had to re-route my brake lines several times before I got a combination that worked. The supplied second brake line would have been perfect if it was 4 to 5 inches shorter. Check out the pics:

 Dunlop D606 front tire, low OEM fender 

This is a before photo of the old low fender. Also, check out the Dunlop D606 front tire. You can see there is not much clearance there.

Front view of high fender 

View from above of the new high fender kit. Hmmmmmm. Lots of clearance.

Side view of fender and leg protectors 

View of the fender from down under. Note the stealth black leg protectors and the re-routed secondary brake line to the right caliper.

Top view of stacked banjo bolts 

Close-up view of the double banjo bolt at the master cylinder. This was a beeatch to install, but Bartman says it’s cool. So, it’s cool.

A Really Close Call

I always assume whenever I start a motorcycle ride, to be aware that anything can happen at any time. It’s almost a given, and the tension of having this heightened awareness of potential danger lasts until I am on the dirt and away from traffic, intersections, stop signs and the like. After riding and racing road bicycles since 1986, I rarely have this same thought when I start out on a bicycle ride. More and more I am reminded that on a bicycle, you are more vulnerable.

Last night, I was riding with a group of six riders in Park City. It was the first Wednesday night group ride of the spring, and we were riding a pretty stiff pace the whole time. After climbing and descending Royal Street near Deer Valley, we rode back through town and started to make our way home towards Kimball Junction. We were moving along in a tight paceline on a wide shoulder, near the “white barn” in Park City. I was in the back of the group when suddenly the rider (Paul) in front and to my left was wrestling with his handlebars, as his front wheel swept from side to side. The tight, 6-person formation buzzing along as one unit in a straight line became 6 individuals dispersing in what limited space was available between the dirt should and the white line. In slow motion, I looked up in front of us to see 5 or 6 long sections of PVC pipe, airborne, guided missiles coming straight at us. The plumber whose truck this load fell off of continued on, racing away with traffic, unaware that he could have killed a cyclist, right there on one of Park City’s most travelled roads.

Apparently, Paul wobbled in the paceline because he was closest to the traffic lane, and one of the PVC pipes slid out from the rest and was dangling into our lane, whacking him in the back just fractions of a second before the whole load came off in front of us. It was because of this we were all able to react in time. Things could have turned out bad, real bad.

Needless to say: that plumber will no longer be my plumber.

 

April 11: Pony Express Trail

“It was also 90 degrees again, steamy and draining, and by afternoon I had a strong craving for a milkshake.”
-Neil Peart, excerpt from Roadshow 

There is something inexplicable about riding motorcycles all day that makes you want to do nothing more than stop at the local dairy bar in a small town for a good milkshake. Almost always, when you bring it up to your riding partners, they say they were thinking exactly the same thing at the same time. More on this later.

Lord Darth and Moto set out for an all day ride, part of our prepping for the May Trans-America Trail trip. We started with a greasy breakfast and a mapping session at the Silver Summit Cafe on a sunny but chilly Saturday. Our original plan was to ride from sunrise to sunset and explore as many dirt roads in the west desert of Utah as possible, but because we were still on the tail end of a long and amazing ski season, it was still a little crisp in the morning for the riding to be enjoyable, so we took our time getting started. We rode from Park City, through the Heber Valley, on our way to Lehi and then Cedar Fort for the last gas up before we hit the dirt. After passing through a few towns with names like Faust, we ended up on the Pony Express Trail. It was hard keeping up with Darth on the loose gravel at first, but after we stopped at the Simpson’s Spring Pony Express monument, I started to get in a groove and let the bike go a little bit. I am still riding the stock Sahara 3 tires that came on my KTM, and I am looking forward to more rides like this with some knobbies on the wheels, hoping this will help me close the gap on the wide open dirt sections.

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After stopping at a crossroads in the dirt to stretch and check the map and GPS, Darth took a picture of an Alta sticker on one of the road signs, thinking it would be cool to send this to Connie from Alta. We were only 39 miles from Delta, and decided to continue on to the Little Sahara sand dunes and eventually hit pavement somewhere near the little town of Eureka, an old town in the Tintic Mountains. It was right about this time, we started to think about milkshakes.

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One thing the GPS unit does not tell you is what lies ahead when it suggests routes by “the shortest ride time.” In this case, we tried to make it over a mountain road that was snowed in. This time of year, you always have to consider that anything over 6,000 feet might have some snow left over. The telltale signs were more and more deep ruts in the road from trucks and ATVs that had come before. After getting turned around, we backtracked and made our way to Eureka, but without the requisite time to stop for that elusive milkshake, since neither one of us wanted to ride back up Provo Canyon in the dark. There will be plenty of chances for milkshakes on the Trans-America Trail, I suppose.

Prepping for Trans-America Trail: Tires

In Chicago at a work conference, discussing e-commerce with other travel and tourism marketing professionals. Listening and observing, and wondering if some of these folks feel like they are trying to catch and hold on to a greased pig, that’s the analogy I think of when I hear folks ask questions relating to how they might “monetize social media” and the like. And the greased pig squirts off into the corner, and then someone else tries to catch and hold it. I learned today that in the Social Media Ladder of Technographics, I somehow qualify and fit the profile of Creator (because I started this blog). I learned the online travel industry, generating $112 billion dollars in sales a year is the largest segment of e-commerce, porn notwithstanding. Talk about monetizing something. The truth is, most of the time, I was thinking about the upcoming Moto May-hem trip: Utah to Port Orford on the Oregon Coast, following a mostly off-road route called the Trans-America trail. I had a call with my master Yoda, Bart to discuss new tires for the KTM 640 Adventure. I have been reading reviews online for dualsport Pirelli tires, Metzelers, and Dunlops. My bike is currently equipped with Metzeler Enduro 3 Sahara tires, front and back. The reviews were inconclusive, so it was good to get some direction from Bart. Based on his advice, I am going to give the Dunlop D606 tires a try. Stay tuned for a full report after I get them mounted.

Road posts

This is how I will update my blog on the moto trip.

Sent from my iPhone

Backcountry Ski Touring with Bikers

On March 30, a small but elite crew of willing participants met in Park City at the Eating Establishment to map out the day’s route that would include 5 Utah resorts (Park City Mountain Resort, Solitude, Alta, Snowbird, Brighton) in no particular order, as well as some rewarding backcountry shots in between. We departed on this journey at about 9:30 AM, and when all was said and done, we returned to Park City a little after 5:00 PM. It should be noted that this trip “officially” never happened, you’ll just have to take my word for it. By the end of the day, we had hiked and skied some of the most legendary backcountry shots the mighty Wasatch has to offer: Patsy Marley, Grizzly Gulch, a chute on Mt. Tuscarora called The Seagull, and managed to squeeze in quite a few great in-bounds runs like the Highboy at Alta. To the 5 amigos who held each other together through a full day of hiking, traversing, crashing on pavement, more hiking, bottomless buckets of fries at Alf’s, more hiking, bonking, breaking trail, and some kick ass memorable turns in between: let’s do it again next year!

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SS, Potter, Motionboy and Darth Nater, posing in front of random license plate at Solitude.