StanleyGoodspeed
New member
First post, be gentle.
after a few years of hiatus; covid, few friends with bikes, and fortnine videos convinced me to get back on the 2 wheels. got my 3rd bike in april - a rebuilt status '19 ktm duke 390 with 5000 clicks.
i did say ive been watching a lot of youtubes, so naturally now im a full fledged mechanic so i thought id take on a bit more risk of getting a cheapo small bike, modding/wreching it for the trails.
couple weeks ago - with the help of a very patient friend - we got the bike on the back of my tacoma with a piece of 2x10 (a short 5'2" no less, she barely fits diagonally in the bed with the tailgate up) and took it to jones lake camping. Weather was shit, trails were wet, and while I still got the og metzler slicks on the 17" rims, I was hooked. Riding off the pavement was another beast and boy it was fucking fun. "Some tires, helmet with a visor and goggles were all I need to take my riding to the next level", I thought.
Last day of camping, and after the rain has been pouring for days, I took the bike for the last little rip on the trails before loading it back on my truck, I hit a puddle and went down on my left side. Wasn’t even wearing my gloves.
After getting the bike home, I straightened the levers, readjusted the shifter, and did a deep clean of the bike and deemed the damage minor, more of a harder blow to my ego(and my knuckles) or so I thought …(foreshadowing)
So for canada day weekend, I thought id explore the ol duffy a bit more and go off the less beaten path. No plans, since nowadays you get signal everywhere so I thought id just pack up a tent and a bag and just got on the road. I did plan my first night camp spot though. https://goo.gl/maps/rDHYW6415hoARkEw5 took off just before noon on Friday July 2nd.
The old sea to sky were great as always, but after pemby I took the straight at the T intersection in Mt Currie to D'arcy. Its insane how much traffic dies down after you get off the highways. The trails were not bad all the way to d'arcy, with some amazing views of Anderson lake from above. I took 'er easy and had plenty of water.
After getting to the dam around 6pm (photo here), I turned in the recreation site and set up camp. I do some minor checks on my bike and noticed my oil was low. "weird" I thought, knowing that I topped up just before leaving. After some more poking, I noticed a small crack on my clutch cover on the left side after my small crash at jones. Felt some oil at the crack but wasn’t leaving a puddle. Nothing a bit of JB weld wont fix
No one around, I took an early evening. Around 10pm a party of 3 in a car decided to join me, but they were smart to keep distance to the weirdo with the open tent no fly setup half naked sleeping. There were some loud af crickets.
Next morning around 8 I pack up and was hungry for some mcdonalds breaky. Helmet on, I tap my starter. The engine turns over but stalls. I hit the starter for the second time, third time, sixth time, revs to 2k and stalls. I take my helmet off and start panicking. Oil pressure too low because of the slow leak? I tilt my bike over and still wont see oil in the window. Fuck. I was ready to walk over to the neighbours waking up and asking them to get me a tow truck.
I decided to try a few more times… and give it a bit more twist. She finally starts but is whimpering… I decide to b-line it to lillooet and hope to get some oil to top the baby up enough to get home. shout out to the lillooet lordco (not sponsored).
https://goo.gl/maps/cXDGdKQUf3q56MQb9 (full ride gmaps details)
Now the clutch cover is scabbed with jb weld and im ready to get stranded somewhere else next weekend… anyone wanna join me?
after a few years of hiatus; covid, few friends with bikes, and fortnine videos convinced me to get back on the 2 wheels. got my 3rd bike in april - a rebuilt status '19 ktm duke 390 with 5000 clicks.
i did say ive been watching a lot of youtubes, so naturally now im a full fledged mechanic so i thought id take on a bit more risk of getting a cheapo small bike, modding/wreching it for the trails.
couple weeks ago - with the help of a very patient friend - we got the bike on the back of my tacoma with a piece of 2x10 (a short 5'2" no less, she barely fits diagonally in the bed with the tailgate up) and took it to jones lake camping. Weather was shit, trails were wet, and while I still got the og metzler slicks on the 17" rims, I was hooked. Riding off the pavement was another beast and boy it was fucking fun. "Some tires, helmet with a visor and goggles were all I need to take my riding to the next level", I thought.
Last day of camping, and after the rain has been pouring for days, I took the bike for the last little rip on the trails before loading it back on my truck, I hit a puddle and went down on my left side. Wasn’t even wearing my gloves.
After getting the bike home, I straightened the levers, readjusted the shifter, and did a deep clean of the bike and deemed the damage minor, more of a harder blow to my ego(and my knuckles) or so I thought …(foreshadowing)
So for canada day weekend, I thought id explore the ol duffy a bit more and go off the less beaten path. No plans, since nowadays you get signal everywhere so I thought id just pack up a tent and a bag and just got on the road. I did plan my first night camp spot though. https://goo.gl/maps/rDHYW6415hoARkEw5 took off just before noon on Friday July 2nd.
The old sea to sky were great as always, but after pemby I took the straight at the T intersection in Mt Currie to D'arcy. Its insane how much traffic dies down after you get off the highways. The trails were not bad all the way to d'arcy, with some amazing views of Anderson lake from above. I took 'er easy and had plenty of water.
After getting to the dam around 6pm (photo here), I turned in the recreation site and set up camp. I do some minor checks on my bike and noticed my oil was low. "weird" I thought, knowing that I topped up just before leaving. After some more poking, I noticed a small crack on my clutch cover on the left side after my small crash at jones. Felt some oil at the crack but wasn’t leaving a puddle. Nothing a bit of JB weld wont fix
No one around, I took an early evening. Around 10pm a party of 3 in a car decided to join me, but they were smart to keep distance to the weirdo with the open tent no fly setup half naked sleeping. There were some loud af crickets.
Next morning around 8 I pack up and was hungry for some mcdonalds breaky. Helmet on, I tap my starter. The engine turns over but stalls. I hit the starter for the second time, third time, sixth time, revs to 2k and stalls. I take my helmet off and start panicking. Oil pressure too low because of the slow leak? I tilt my bike over and still wont see oil in the window. Fuck. I was ready to walk over to the neighbours waking up and asking them to get me a tow truck.
I decided to try a few more times… and give it a bit more twist. She finally starts but is whimpering… I decide to b-line it to lillooet and hope to get some oil to top the baby up enough to get home. shout out to the lillooet lordco (not sponsored).
https://goo.gl/maps/cXDGdKQUf3q56MQb9 (full ride gmaps details)
Now the clutch cover is scabbed with jb weld and im ready to get stranded somewhere else next weekend… anyone wanna join me?
