Tuesday, August 4, 2009

August 3rd - 4th, 2009 (Dave Z): Oh no, stuck in Grand Junction again...

When I read the first line of Dave's last post, I was sure it said "With Dave back in Moab, and in the BMW Service limo" instead of "limbo." Good stuff.

Yeah, I was in limbo alright. I rode with my new best friend, Ray, 2 hours to Grand Junction with the F800GS in tow. We arrived at the combo Harley/BMW dealership (huh?) and I took my place in line behind 5 or 6 hog riders whining about a slight drag on a brake pad and rattles from a hard bag and which new loud as F exhaust to install while I patiently waited to determine the fate of my trip. Turns out the BMW tech was not in on Mondays but after some begging on my part would stop in sometime that day to have a look. While I was appreciative, I felt the need to remind them (now that I seemed to know more about the operation of a BMW Motorrad service center than they did) that I was VOR (vehicle off road) and they would need to order the part by 2 pm if it was to be overnighted. I called at 1:45 to learn that the tech had evaluated the bike and determined I needed new clutch plates which were on the way. With that, I let Dave know that it'd be Tuesday at the earliest before I could catch up with him and found a cheap Motel 6 where I settled in for a Shark Week marathon on Discovery.

I woke up the next morning optimistic. I gave the dealership until 11 to wade through the Big Dogs and Road Kings and Astro Glides before calling for an update. Seems our generous tech had indeed come by the shop the day before but had only started the bike up rather than taking anything apart and just guessed on the plates. Now that he had it open, it was clear that it needed new springs as well. Might I mention that we need to order those before 2 pm if there's any chance of getting them by WEDS! With Friday morning as a drop dead deadline for getting home in time for a good friend's wedding that evening, that was going to be tight. Doable in two days if I stuck to 70 and 80 (and rode 90!), but still tight.

I realized I couldn't spend another day holed up in the Motel 6 and started looking for a way out of town for the night. Harley dealer rental bikes - all rented for Sturgis Bike Week. Other bike rental places - dirt bikes and ATV's only. Airport rental cars - all out. Rental cars around town - all out. Okay, staying in GJ it appears. A few web searches and I saw a link for a place called "The Alehouse" somewhere between the motel and downtown. Now that sounded like a place I could spend a couple hours. How far could downtown be? I walked about a mile before seeing this sign...

Soaked through my t-shirt and with my tank bag hung over my shoulder with a bungee, I walked into The Alehouse and began sampling . Three STRONG microbrews in I heard from the dealership that they'd located 5 of the 6 clutch springs they needed and were looking for one more. With one spring standing between me getting home in time for this wedding, I started looking into flights as a backup. Having found a flight that would be my last resort, I weaved out of The Alehouse and continued my forced march towards "downtown." But in my highly suggestible state, I was easily distracted...

Two IPA's later I got a text and then a call from Dave...

 

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