Going for a Ride

A chronicle of my trip from Ottawa to San Francisco...and back again, on a Ural.

Sept. 12, 2011 – Oct. 11, 2011

Recompiled from my CURD ride report.

Sun Sep 11, 2011 9:36 am

I REALLY need to get away from the office. Either I snap or I snap something...., so I decided to hop on the Ural and ride. My wife gave me the OK for this trip because I needed it. Gotta love her...well, I do....

If it comes together as planned, I should be leaving Ottawa this Tuesday September 13, at the latest. My first stop will most likely be Crawford's Sales in Michigan. They are good people and I need a few things. From there, I am probably heading towards San Francisco, a place I have always wanted to visit. From SF, I will either go North West and meet some fellow Foilheads and visit IMZ, or head south and visit friends in San Diego... This trip is not planned and I like it that way. Things will change on the fly, and I will not make apologies for that, so hopefully people will understand that....

Sun Sep 11, 2011 9:41 am

Well, it looks like I will be leaving on Tuesday morning because I have a few things to take care of before I go. I think this will be a great trip because I made my customary gaff yesterday, causing a frantic last minute scramble for parts. I lost the freakin’ jets I need for the Modtop airbox!! I placed an order for some, but they won't get here in time. I am just going to bring the airbox with me, run with the stocker, and hopefully get some jets on the way. I will change the oil tomorrow, just to prolong the change interval while on the road. I also have two extra tires with me, just in case....

Other than my clothes, I have pretty much everything I need ready. I have quite a few spare bits that I have had with me since my trip to Halifax and the Trans Lab, and enough tools to start a repair shop ....thankfully, the Ural can take it all. I also picked up a USMC 2 man combat tent, a self inflating mattress, a sleeping back rated for -15. I also picked up an HP mini 110 Netbook for this trip, 'cause I was not going to use my iPhone!!

Mon Sep 12, 2011 6:06 pm

Well, I am in Port Huron, Michigan. I left my house at about 7:40 this morning, and I got here at 6:30. Stopped a few times and delivered a Trax Top box to EDO. In all, I did about 700KM. I would check the exact number, but I am sitting in the Quality Inn in Port Huron drinking free beer (well, it is Labatt Blue, so I use the term beer loosely... ) and eating free wings!! Customer appreciation or something.

The ride down was great, and it was all sun until Sarnia, where I got spit on for a bit, but nothing major. I am not a huge fan of TO and Southern Ontario, so I really motored through. I hope to hit Crawford's Sales in South Lyon tomorrow.

Ready to go...

Got stuck in some traffic in Sarnia, just before the border...

Freed food and BEER!!

Anyway, the free stuff ended at 7PM, so I really should find my room.....

Tue Sep 13, 2011 7:19 pm

What a great day....the weather was spectacular, and I am in a helmet free state....Indiana!! It was a slower paced day today, as I only rode 488KM. I also got off the Interstates and hit the secondary’s, like 127, 12 etc. I would have gone further, but I blame Terry Crawford for that...

My first planned stop on this trip was Crawford Sales in South Lyon, MI. Definitely one of the places to visit if you own a Ural, IMHO.

The bike hasn't been "feeling" quite right, so I asked Terry if he could adjust my carbs. I sold my Twin Max before the trip because I had ordered a Harmonizer to take with me....it must be deemed a dangerous device by CBSA, because it still hadn't arrived 14 days after I ordered it and I had to go. Anyway, Terry took care of me and had them sorted in no time. Thanks Terry!! Terry and I are both blessed with a gift for the gab, especially when it comes to Ural's, and I learned a lot from being there. Of course, I also picked up a few parts and accessories....

Here is Terry accepting a T-shirt from the CURD rally. Thanks again for the donations!! (Ken, I got one for you too... )

A few weeks ago, I lost my Ural gas cap and had to replace it with a Crappy Tire universal one....problem solved...and it isn't CHROME!!

Back to the road.....

My next planned stop is going to be in Iowa, so I picked a few secondary roads to take from Michigan on down, and across. On one of these roads, I forget exactly where this was (Highway 127?), there was a used car dealership like none I have ever seen...I had to stop!!

Classic cars EVERYWHERE and some obscure models too. The owner must really be fond of the number $8000, because almost every car had that number written on it. He wasn't a fan of negotiation either, because he also wrote hilarious things like "Probably just keep it, firm," under his favorite number...

After I left there, I jumped onto US12 and had a great ride through many a small town. The Ural was made for these roads. At about 3:30, I started getting hungry, most likely cause I hadn't eaten since 8AM. I keep a good supply of carbs wrapped around my mid section, so I can go longer than most without food....kind like a camel and water.... ....but even a camel must drink! I stopped at this great Bike/Sports Bar right beside a Harley/Honda etc dealership. I was immediately drawn to the old bikes in the window...quite a few old Harleys, Beemers, Hondas etc. The personal pizza hit the spot, and so did the Sam Adams summer ale....

From the Artesian Well's bar, I got back on the road....which led me to Indiana, South Bend to be exact. I am not a huge US College Football fan, but being where I am implies a visit to Notre Dame....besides, I have a few things to confess....Bless me Father for I.....whoops, not here....

Well, time to sign off and find an Applebee's....seems like the place to be around here....

Wed Sep 14, 2011 7:15 pm

I am in Coralville, Iowa tonight. Got hit with rain today in Illinois. Did about 580KM today, and I am beat....

Thu Sep 15, 2011 7:05 am

Wednesday was pretty much a straight riding day. Weather was nice when I left South Bend, but turned to rain in Illinois. I was questioning my addition of the para-sail of a windscreen I installed, but it was great in the rain.

Time for a rant....You know, having to pay before you get your gas is a real pain in the ass and something most Canadians are not used to. Sure, some stations do it back home after hours or in certain neighborhoods, but it is NOT the norm. I am paying with my CC, so it isn't that inconvenient...until you get to a station, ALL in Illinois that I stopped at, that require a ZIP too. Every time I encountered this, I pushed the help button and told the attendant that I don't have a zip code, but a postal code....silence...."you will have to come in then sir..." Some of you are going to say, this is a security precaution....well, how secure is their policy for people without cash and without a zip? You have to leave your CC and license with the attendant...ya, that is secure. After I came back to collect my things at this Mobil station, I made a comment about this "security," and the attendant’s response was "We are just not as trusting in America..." Sad. Okay, rant over.

My only real stop on this miserable day coincided with the skies clearing and the emergence of the sun. I am in LeClaire, Iowa. What is here? Well, Antique Archeology of course.....I know, kind of cheesy, but I do like the show American Pickers and I figured that since I was going to be close, I would stop. Turns out their shop is more of a tourist destination now and much smaller than it looks on TV. They say TV adds 10lbs to people, but it must also add 500sq ft to buildings. I snapped a few pics of the old bikes in the shop, and then headed out....

Here is a shot from Notre Dame, just before leaving South Bend. Notre Dame has a beautiful campus, but it had to be the quietest I have ever been too. In contrast, Iowa City seems to be dedicated to the University.

Some shots from Antique Archaeology....my bike became part of the "show" for some visitors...(I apologize for the tight shots...store was small and there were blue hairs walking around... )

For $250, this toy could be yours....

I may head through Nebraska, or I may drop into Kansas today, depending on the weather and road selection. It is a chilly one this morning!!

Thu Sep 15, 2011 8:11 pm

I am in York, Nebraska tonight....about 620KM from my last stop. Weather was excellent, albeit cold this morning and most of the day. I only got hit with rain between Lincoln and York. The windscreen has proven its worth at this point, and so has my balaclava. I was questioning my choice of wearing my NEXX 3/4 lid, but all is good when used together.

From Coralville, IA, I dropped down to US Highway 34. It is very much like Highway 7 in Ontario and I pretty much had it to myself....

Cruisin...

Along HWY34, I had my first mishap. I came across an HD/Metric/ATV shop near Chariton...almost in the middle of nowhere...so I stopped, thinking I would grab some oil for my next oil change. They didn't have what I wanted so I wandered around looking at stuff. I was talking with one of the staff about my trip and the bike, and I happened to glance out and noticed my rear tire was flat...WTF!! At my last stop, about 60KM before, I actually inspected the tires and didn't see anything. Thankfully, it happened in the parking lot of a bike shop.

Changing out the Heidenau K37....you know, the only other flat I have ever had was on a K37 too.....

I was going to get the flat fixed in the shop, but when they quoted me $73US, I declined. I will do it myself, or find a shop in a larger town.
Highway 34 is a great road, and it eventually brought me to the Iowa/Nebraska border. The whole area was ravaged by flooding from the Missouri river. Part of Interstate 29 is still closed, and the town of Plattsmouth itself was flooded.

Farmers field...

Farmers home...

Just beside this sign, there was a little booth charging to enter Nebraska...cost me a $1...

I was told that HWY34 will take me right into Colorado, so I think I will follow it. Plenty to see, gas is everywhere and so is lodging. Further to my rant about the gas, it seems Nebraska, like Iowa, is ZIP code free....

Fri Sep 16, 2011 11:13 pm

Friday September 16....made it from York, Nebraska, to Northglenn (Denver), Colorado. I am staying at the home of Soviet Steeds member, Coluralado. He and his wife have graciously provided me with a dinner, a bed, and a GARAGE!! Thanks guys! I have quite a few pics to post, mainly while driving 60mph, but I need a shower and a bed, so I will catch up tomorrow.

Sat Sep 17, 2011 8:09 am

Okay, where was I?...Right, Colorado...

When I left Nebraska yesterday morning, it was COLD and drizzly. I think it was 38°F, so I had on all my gear. I have to say, not only are they great at stopping the rain, but the frog toggs completely eliminate the wind too. From York, I dropped back onto HWY34 with a goal of reaching Denver, which is about 700KM. The nice thing about driving west is that you can go a little longer in the day because the clock keeps dropping back...

The ride through Nebraska was miserable. It wasn't the scenery, because I do like looking at fields of corn and giant ethanol plants, it was the grey skies and cold. I was actually beginning to question myself here....

Here you get a shot of all three....(most of these pics were taken going 60mph)

I will say Western Nebraska and Eastern Colorado reminded me a lot like Southern Alberta. Replace the corn with wheat or canola, and the landscape is very similar, right down to the coulees....and feed lots, but I will get to that...

In Atlanta, Nebraska, I whipped by an historical marker on the side of the highway, but I happened to catch the words "Prisoner of War Camp," so I swung back around. Turns out German WWII prisoners were brought here and made to work in the region (Canada too).

This plaque was right outside Atlanta, and when I pulled into town, I stopped for two things....an Adventure ride, ol'school....and a well packed Sportster from California.

I also kept thinking, Broke Back Mountain....yes, I have seen the movie...

(Bad pic...but I had mits on!!)

One of the many observations I made in Nebraska, especially in the small towns, was that 91 Octane was simply not available. You could get 87, or....89 with Nebraska made ethanol....

Back to the report. The rest of Nebraska was a cold blur. It got worse when my pocket knife, a Gerber, fell out of my tank bag onto the road...forgot a zipper...I turned around, got off the bike, an watched it get run over by a pickup and horse trailer. The knife was fully open, so thankfully he didn't blow a tire. It isn't completely ruined, but almost. My spirits only perked up when I saw this on the GPS....
Colorado BABY!!

Almost immediately the sky began to clear and the temperature rose....

...and saw a train too...

I was mentioning to my Host, Darrell that once I crossed the border into Colorado, my spirits lifted and the smile returned to my face. It wasn't really the weather that reinvigorated me, although that was a big part of it, it was the fact that I was in Colorado. This is a place I never thought I would ever be....but was immediately glad I was. This is why I took this trip.

I snapped some more shots of the landscape and the lots.....My in-laws live close to what is called "feedlot alley" in Southern Alberta....If they live near the alley, this was a city block....my pics DO NOT do them justice...Must have been a few million head...

I eventually made it to Wray, Colorado, where I called my gracious host Darrell. I was still about 2 hours away, but I just wanted to touch base. We agreed that I would call once I reached Northglenn, which is basically a suburb of Denver. The rest of the trip was just more beautiful weather and me stripping off my extra gear. I did have a slight concern when I noticed oil dripping from my FD drain, but I figured it was the crush washer and topped her up.

Once I got into Northglenn, Darrell met me and I followed him here....to a garage!!

That is all for now...I am off to Utah!!

Sat Sep 17, 2011 10:38 pm

I am in Green River, Utah tonight. I just want to thank Darrell and Piper for putting me up last night. I had the best nights sleep since I started this...must have been the fajitas! I was able to change all my fluids and filter at Darrell's place, and the slight leak I had at the FD was a bad crush washer. Replaced it and no leaks so far.

Darrell led me out of Denver this morning and took me down a curvy, cavernous road with 6 tunnels. Even though I was enjoying the ride so much, I still got some pics...

Following Darrell...

Darrell and I parted ways just where this road hooked up with I-70. While it was an interstate, it was the best way through the mountains. It was also incredibly scenic. It did rain, but nothing too hard and I didn't get too wet. The bike did okay, albeit I was in 3 gear most of the time.

The Eisenhower Tunnel was completed in 1973....the year of my birth...

More shots from the mountains...

I stopped for a coffee at McDonald's...which has to have one of the best views..

After a few hours, I could tell I was getting closer to Utah, as the rock all around me was changing...

It then started to flatten out somewhat, with amazing rock formations in the distance...

I finally found a little stop, filled up and got back on the road. At this point, I figured I need to stop for the night, so I pulled off in Green River. While in the parking lot, I was getting ready to do some work on the bike, when some guys asked if I needed any tools. They were pulling a "car trailer" about 40 feet long...inside they had this...

This is the Spirit of Rett, "the fastest single-engine car record in history."
http://www.globenewswire.com/newsroom/news.html?d=230477

I have been concerned about the front tire, so I decided to bite the bullet and change it....did it all in under an hour...let’s hope it holds air...

Anyway, that is all for now....I should be somewhere in Nevada tomorrow.

Sun Sep 18, 2011 10:16 pm

Today was a brilliant day. The weather was a little cool this morning, but nothing my fleece and M65 jacket couldn't take handle. I think I left my balaclava in the Hotel last night, but thankfully I didn't need it. I will have to find one in California...they know what a balaclava is?? I rode from Green River, UT to Tonopah, NV, a distance of 800km/497M. While today was my longest day on the bike, it was my best. I kind of zoned out, and the miles just seemed to fly by. When I say zoned out, I mean I was almost hypersensitive to my surroundings and absorbed it all. Sounds corny, but that is the best way to describe it. This is why I love to ride, and even drive. I only stopped for gas, fluids, a few shots, and to relieve myself of said fluids Highway 50/6 is an excellent road, with some spectacular vistas, yet still quite mountainous. The highest elevation today was over 7000Ft. I saw quite a few riders packed for the long haul today, but they all seemed to be going East. The temperature got quite warm today, warm enough that I could not fathom this place in July. I don't think I, or the Ural would have made it.

Once I broke into Nevada, I split off onto Highway 6 and followed it here, to Tonopah. There were times when I had this road all to myself, and on many occasions, it was so straight, and rose so high, it appeared to climb into the sky. I think only about 10 cars passed me...and one semi. Of course, I encountered the Semi, on an uphill, me in 3rd, him about to pass, and my fuel cutting-out....He got REALLY large in my mirrors while I fumbled for reserve. Scary! I don't have much more to add for today, so I will let the pics say the rest....

Today's route...

MAP

Tue Sep 20, 2011 12:14 am

September 19.... I made up for the long distance run with a short one today. I spoke with Mastercylinder, a CURD member in California, this morning, so I headed to Bishop, CA. It was only about 200km or 160m. I got here at about 10am and was invited to stay. Mastercylinder and his wife are awesome hosts and I am really happy I stayed. Thanks again guys!

While the drive down to Bishop was short, it was just as beautiful as yesterdays run. Yet again I almost had the road to myself and had a pleasant surprise in an abandoned truck stop in Nevada, just before I entering California.....Here are the pics....

The ride out from Tonopah...

Video...I apologize for the wind noise...

I saw quite a few more packed bikes...again, going East..

Scenery shot....

Many places through Western Nevada and parts of California I just passed through, the entire open plain was pasture land, without fences, so cattle could roam wherever and you were warned by many a sign. While getting closer to the California border, I found myself in such a place, and I noticed a dark shape off in the distance. I was pretty sure it wasn't a bear, so I figured a cow. I don't know much about cattle, but I do know that they aren't THAT solitary, and there were no other cows around....so I let it pass. Further down the road I saw what I knew were horses, but again no fences anywhere. I took this pic, zoomed in of course, as they were about 1KM away....
Zoom...

Actual...

Again, I wasn't sure, so I just figured the ranchers had them corralled and I couldn't see the fence line. Then, I came up over a pass, still in Nevada, and encountered what must have been an old truck stop, but was burnt out and abandoned. Passing through the stop was small heard, of what I now suspected and had confirmed later, of wild Mustangs! This absolutely blew me away.

The larger group turned and started to gallop away and crossed back over the highway, but the one in the rear had a very pronounced limp and couldn't keep up. I did not want to make them any more anxious, so I left as quickly as I could. Here is a video...

Almost in California...

Made it!! Along the way I wanted to get a shot of bullet riddled signs, but I didn't...Well, I got my place marker pic and bullet holes all in one shot!

These are the cattle grates that have been all over this part of Nevada. I tried to aim my front tire for the cross pieces...

In California, between the crossing and Bishop, there were some great ranches. I snapped this because of the stark contrast of the browns and beige's of the plains and mountains, versus the greens of the irrigated alfalfa fields...feed for the animals...

Once I got to Bishop, Mastercyclinder met me in his truck....this is their street...what a view.

My plan now is to head to Santa Clara, through Yosemite, and visit Tri-Quest Cycles. I want to buy a tire and meet Ski. From there, I will take the PCH into San Fran and up the coast....

Sept. 20. 545km/338Mi....

Yet again, the weather was great and the sites were amazing. The GPS kind of took me on longer route than I intended, but it all worked out. I left Ernie and Colleen's home at about 7:30. I had changed my FD oil the day before, as it has been leaking since Denver, and I wanted to make sure I was full...more on that later.

I waved goodbye to Ernie and Colleen, and headed down HWY 395, another spectacular road...

From HWY 395, I turned onto HWY 120, the route into Yosemite. This takes you down the Tioga Pass. The route was steep and I was stuck in 3rd most of the time, but I was so distracted by the sights, speed was not an issue.

Finally, Yosemite...It was $10 to get in.

On the way out...

Pistachio trees...

I had a route planned, but I forgot to change the GPS, so I was led kind of astray. Not much worth reporting on, but I was getting concerned about the FD, as it was slinging oil on my wheel and tire. I stopped a couple of times to top it up. I finally made it to Tri-Quest at about 3:30....and Ski sorted me out! The seal at the input drive shaft was leaking and not the drain plug...but why? Turns out a Russian double-bearing was shot, causing movement and seal failure. The bearing and seal have been replaced. I also picked up a K37 and tube.

Tri-quest...

Failed bearing...

Well, I am going to head back to Tri-Quest to get a headlight bulb and then I am off to San Fran. I don't think I will stay there, as I am not fond of leaving the bike in certain places, so I will see what I wanted to see, and then move up the coast...

Thu Sep 22, 2011 12:03 am

Sept 21...Garberville, CA (burnout central!! ) Hotel is very nice....who knew!

I left Santa Clara a little later this morning in order to avoid commuter traffic, and I missed the bulk of it. When there was a build up, I watched MANY bikes splitting lanes. Even if I could, there is no way you would ever see me doing it. Saw a couple close calls, as people were about to change lanes....

Anyway, I only did 475KM today, as I drove around San Fran for a bit, went across the Bay bridge to Oakland...didn't realize you had to pay a toll to get back....checked out Fisherman's Wharf and bought some swag. Traffic and tourists were all over, so I headed out and hit Golden Gate. Unfortunately, it was kind of fogged in so pictures weren't that great. From the GGB, I hit the PCH for a while. This road is very windy, but lots to see. It was very tiring...on a Ural...so I called it quits after about 2 hours and jumped onto 101. This highway varies from interstate to secondary road. It takes you through wine country and some amazing forests and parks! The heat was hard on me and the bike today, and I think that is why I am so beat tonight. I wasn't expecting 36Deg, and most of the ride was in the direct sun. The bike runs MUCH better in the cool air. On a better note, the seal repair made at Tri-Quest has completely cured my FD leak!!

My goal for tomorrow is the Avenue of the Giants. I saw some massive Redwoods today, but nothing like the Giants...

Bay bridge...

Tall ship in SF...

Alcatraz...

Golden Gate...

PCH...

Vineyards...close to Napa...

Start of the Redwoods...

Fri Sep 23, 2011 1:35 am

Sept 22...540KM and I am in Florence, Oregon.

The ride today has got to be one of the most memorable of my trip so far. Nor-Cal and Oregon are exceptionally beautiful, especially on a bike. The smell of the redwood and ocean was more intoxicating than the scent of cannabis in all of Nor-Cal...

I left 101 and took the 34 mile route called the Avenue of the Giants. I did take some pics, but I really cannot capture how I felt driving down this road. The smile never left my face. The best way to describe this route, for those of my generation, is like I was on a Speeder bike in Return of the Jedi. For those of you not familiar with Star Wars, and you know who you are, think Family Guy....The massive trees were so close to the road, and I was whipping through at 95KPH, I was waiting for an Ewok to jump me!!

The redwoods are spectacular, and stretch all through Nor-Cal. Once I hit Oregon, I was blown away by the coastal views. Ernie, Colleen, you guys were right; the coast line here blows CA out of the water. It was pretty foggy on the coast line, but still breathtaking...

I must say that I am also impressed with the micro brews in Oregon. Apparently they are one of the largest producers of micro beer in the US. I sampled a few tonight and I like...

Nor-Cal...

Avenue of the Giants...

There were some nice coastal shots in Nor-Cal too...

Off of 101, there were some Coastal teaser roads that tempted the occasional traveler. I got suckered into one such road and went to its end, only to find it went south and not north. Giving myself shite for taking this road....I was forced to slam on the brakes on the way back up to 101......for this....

They both stopped cold, looking at me and the bike, while I scrambled for my camera. I am not sure if it was a mother and cub, because the larger bear looked like a large juvenile...

More Coastal shots...

Then, Oregon....

The only issue today was that I lost the timing hole rubber plug. Don't know how or when, but I am looking for a wine cork...or some duct tape..If things work out tomorrow, I hope to meet up with Mr. Cob and Windmill.

Fri Sep 23, 2011 10:11 pm

Sept. 23...Astoria, Oregon...300KM today.

Well, it was a relatively short run today, partly because of those damn micro brews, and partly because I decided to stop and smell the roses a little more today....mainly the latter...honest! Actually, I also wanted to change my oil today, so I wanted some natural light to do it under.

The weather was overcast and foggy when I set out. This isn't the wet coast for nothing, you know. I am still on 101, and the coast line is still spectacular, albeit foggy and slightly overcast. Along the 101, I came upon a sign for the Sea Lion Caves, and the World's largest sea cave...so I had to turn back and check it out. This attraction has been here for about 80 years. Since the Sea Lions were out finding their dinner, the price was discounted some....

This is the view from the top...

...and inside...(no flash photography allowed)

Skeletal remains...display...

Looking out of the cave at the Heceta Head Lighthouse...

Back on the road, my next stop was in Tillamook. I saw a sign for an Air Museum, so I had to check it out. This MASSIVE hanger was one of two built during WWII to house blimps, used to guard the American coast line from Japanese and German U-boats. This hanger was made completely out of wood, because steel was dedicated to the war effort. The second hanger burnt down, in 1992, while being used to house hundreds of thousands of dry hay bails...could have called that one...

Some of the planes...most of which are still flown...The Guppie...

Prop is spinning here...

Other items...

Now, imagine my surprise, when I see this....a CJ750!

Plane Art...

Once I got back on 101, I decided that I was going to make for Astoria and a KOA. I called Mr. Cob to let him know that my ambition of making Washington was a little farfetched. We chatted for a bit, and then we decided that I should give him a shout when I get closer tomorrow.

Some more shots from the road...

I got into the KOA around 4PM, and got a cabin...I really planned on camping because I assumed the cabins would be gone on a Friday....not this time! I got this cool cabin for $50. Sleeps 5 easy.

I was glad I got here before the crowd because I wanted to change my oil without the prying eyes of neighbours! I don't have a pan, so some large plastic cups will have to do....oh ya, and some more micro brew....even the KOA sells it!

Changed my oil without impacting mother earth...used oil in the empty containers, which I will drop off at a garage or something...where is CTC when you need it!

I also wanted to tackle my headlight. Since Santa Clara, the low beam does not function, so I have been running on high during the day. I had swapped the relays, but nothing, so I removed the bezel, a job made much harder with the fairing, along with the switch assembly, to check the wires and I squirted WD40 on everything.

When that didn't help, I found another style relay in my tool bag and tried it...VIOLA!!! I am not really sure what did it, so here is hoping it lasts...

As for the missing timing hole plug, well I ran with some duct tape for most of the day until it peeled off. In my quest for a cork, I finally found one at the KOA store...they have EVERYTHING! I whittled it down some, and it fits...for how long I don't know.

I hope to hit Granite Falls tomorrow, and meet up with Mr. Cob and Windmill. I also hope to visit the Mothership, IMWA.....

Mon Sep 26, 2011 1:45 am

Sept. 24...Granite Falls, WA.

Since the KOA does not have breakfast, I packed up my stuff and headed into Astoria for a Sausage and Egg McMuffin. Once done, I was approached by a guy dressed in black leather who was just about to get on a Harley with his ``old lady.`` I did the standard UDF (Ural Delay Factor) speech, but afterwards, he asked me where I was heading. I told him Washington, so we got to talking routes. He mentioned that he was just meeting up with a group of riders for a Poker Run and that I should tag along because they were heading my way. Not having anything else to do, I decided to go for it. Now, I know people rag on Harley owners, but a distinction needs to be made on what type of rider we are talking about. These guys lived the ``life.`` I don`t mean that in a negative connotation, just that they were not Lawyers and Dentists on a Saturday ride, worrying about getting their chrome dirty, dressed in head-to-toe HD insignia. Far from it in fact. They were also genuinely interested in the Ural and wanted me to tag along. I warned them of my speed limitations, but they were cool with that, so off we went. Anyway, the route was perfect for me, as it would ultimately lead me through some nice coast line and onto I-5.
Crossing into Washington...

Their first stop was maybe 40KM from the meet point, so I bid my farewells, and took a parting photo...

Around this time, I had spoken with Windmill through PMs and the Cell, and we had agreed to meet in Auburn, WA and he would take me to Mr. Cob`s place. Unfortunately, there aren't many pics of this route because it was mainly interstate....here are some of the coast, before I-5...

Once I got to Auburn, I hooked up with Windmill (Barry), and he took me to Mr. Cob`s, avoiding the Seattle traffic, by scooting around to Granite Falls.

We arrived at Mr. Cob`s, of course I never got any pics of the meeting....but I was shown where I would be staying....

After sitting around talking about bikes for awhile, Dave, his wife Donna, Barry and myself all headed into Granite Falls for Fajitas!! I have to say, the Mexican food I have eaten during my time in the US has been great! Once we got back, Donna headed to bed and Dave, and Barry and I sat in the Toy Hauler until the wee hours talking about everything....the beer was good too....

Mon Sep 26, 2011 10:44 am

Sept 25, Granite Falls, WA

Today was a little later morning than I am used to, basically because I wasn't getting on the bike and leaving right away. Barry decided to crash in the Toy Hauler, as it was far too late for him to head home. Unfortunately Dave's bike, the Predator (a highly modified and updated 2005 Gear-Up)...

...has an electrical Gremlin, so he pulled out the 2008 Gear-Up, and took Barry and me into Granite Falls for breakfast...

After eating a great breakfast called "the summit," Dave took us up Green Mountain (I hope I got that name right?). We went from about 300FT above sea level to over 4000, running up this old logging and jeep trail.

If the weather was a little nicer, you can actually see Seattle from up here. I don't think it came out in this pic (bad shot), but the ghostly silhouettes of buildings can be seen in the distance..

Heavy cloud cover beheading the mountain...

Being at the top, we could watch the falling rain make its way toward us. So, after the required Ural group shot, we headed back down the mountain...

When we got back, Barry had to take off for home. Barry, it was great to finally meet you after years of talking online. Hopefully we can do this again some time...

After Barry left, I started to putter around on the bike just to check on things. I am getting some farting when I decelerate, and it is annoying. I want to check my valves in the morning, once the bike is stone cold. The plan for Monday is to head to IMWA and meet everyone. Sergei is also going to do a quick run through on my bike. I am excited, yet nervous about that....hopefully it isn't too bad....

Well, Donna is making pizza tonight, I am really looking forward to it....the thin crust stuff they eat on the East coast of the US just doesn't cut it...

Tue Sep 27, 2011 11:31 pm

...back to the report...

Sept. 26 Granite Falls Washington

The much anticipated pizza made by Dave's wife Donna, was excellent! Best I have had since leaving home. Thanks Donna! To wash the pizza down, Dave cracked a bottle of Chamay, a Belgian Beer he discovered during his trip to Belgium this summer....Hey even served it to me in a glass he carried back with him. Very good beer....and he bought it at a Shell Station!!

The plan for today is to head down to Redmond and visit IMWA, Ural Headquarters. Prior to leaving, I decided to check my valves. When I removed the outboard valve cover, I found the valves to be fine, but not the gasket....I didn't think the silicone gaskets were supposed to deteriorate like this....parts of it were crumbling too. I won't be buying these silicone gaskets again.

The inner gasket was okay, so I left it. I replaced the failed gasket with a new OEM gasket Dave lent me, and installed the new butt cheek valve covers.....

...and off we went. Dave took his truck because he needed to borrow a trailer for the Predator, which will be brought back to IMWA on Tuesday. The weather was overcast when we left, but the skies opened up during our trip into Redmond...That is Dave leading the way...

Behind this inconspicuous door....

...lies IMWA...

I know some of these pics have been posted before, but here they are again...
IMZ Ural cross bike...

Siberian Speed Team Bike...

Now, I am sworn to absolute secrecy about the rest.....and my lips are sealed...

Dave then took me around the shop and I met the IMWA team. Ilya, Madina, Pat, Dimitri, Jason ( I missed someone I think..) and the Master Mechanic himself...Sergei...Believe it or not, I was to busy talking and browsing, that I never got pics of these meetings. Dave did though...I just want to thank IMWA for letting me drop in and visit the shop. Everyone was very welcoming, and showed genuine interest in my trip and my bike. Jason was also kind enough to set me up with a new rubber plug for my timing hole cover...and a set of valve cover gaskets....

Since Dave picked up a trailer for the trek home, I figured it would be simpler to throw the Ural on the flat bed and get back to Dave's place, just a little quicker..,

Once we got back to Dave's place, we loaded up the Predator for its return trip to IMWA on Tuesday, then rented a movie, which we watched in Dave's Man Cave....

Since I plan on heading out tomorrow, it was an early night for both of us....

Wed Sep 28, 2011 12:47 am

Sept 27...Libby, MT. 718KM/445mi

It was a fairly early morning today. I wanted to get my gear together and get the bike ready, so that I could say a proper goodbye to Dave and Donna, without having to rush around.

Ready to go...

With everything done, I was able to have a coffee and a leftover slice of Donna's pizza for breakfast....even better cold!! I just want to thank Dave and Donna again for putting me up. I had a great time and learned a lot. We met as acquaintances, and departed as friends. Dave, Donna, if you ever make it to Ottawa, you will always have a place to stay....so do Newt and Spot....

The weather was cloudy when I left Dave's home, but the sun was trying to get through. It felt good getting back on the road, so I decided to ride as long as I could today, weather and daylight permitting. Dave and I discussed my route, and while Hwy20 would be nicer, if it was overcast, I wouldn't see anything. With that in mind, I stuck with Hwy2 and head up through Stevens Pass. As soon as I got into the mountains, the rain started...again...

As soon as I got out of the mountains....I heard George Harrison in my head...."Here comes the sun...."

You know, no matter where you go on this continent, East, West, North or South, there seem to be two seasons, winter and construction....Yet another road delay...

During our route discussions, Dave told me about the town of Leavenworth, and how it has modeled itself into a German village in the Alps...sorry Dave...can’t see it....

Once out of the Cascades, the landscape really started to change. At first it was like I was in Nevada and the Sierras again, and then I was in the prairies...

It was so dry that this body of water in Coulee City was extremely low. There was also a man made marina that was bone dry...

Idaho...I wanted to stay moving, so I took this on the bike.

I was contemplating riding up into BC and heading into Alberta that way, but I decided to stay in the US, where Canadian gas is much cheaper....

Montana...

I was hoping to make it a little further today, but now that the clock is working against me, and the deer were making an appearance on the sides of the road. I have called it a night in Libby, MT.

My next stop should be my In-law’s farm in Turin, AB.

Thu Sep 29, 2011 11:42 pm

Sept. 28. Turin, AB. 587KM/365Mi

I left a little later this morning, mainly because I wanted to sleep in till 7:30. The Motel was cheap and clean, but no breakfast, so I went for another sausage and egg McMuffin. I find these work best until I eat again, at around 6PM. I am beginning to think the McMuffin’s take 24 hours to digest, fending of hunger pains, but I won't tell you how I know that .

Getting ready to leave Rotten Ronnie’s, a guy passes by and tells me to ride safe and watch for the deer. I told him I got off the road last night because they were starting to show themselves. He then proceeds to tell me how they seem to TRY and hit you...okay, now I am worried. Since entering Montana, I have seen many monuments alongside the road where someone has died. These weren't family raised markers, but almost state supplied. They were all red pipe with a white cross on top. Some had a branch in the pipe with multiple crosses. Pretty sad, yet eerie and discomforting when riding a motorcycle at night....and now I am told the deer are psycho!! Excellent….

Anyway, the sun was shining the entire day today, and the killer deer failed to make an appearance. The morning was brisk, but it was a great ride. Some pics from the road through Montana…

Self-portrait…

Saw this train running along side of me, so I snapped a few pics…

The North American Continental Divide…

Country is changing again, and I am leaving the mountains behind and entering the prairies. Many people have said to me how they find the flat of the prairies boring. I love riding and driving down roads that seem to lead to the sky. This is truly Big Sky Country, and the song in my head today is “Wide Open Spaces” …Awesome.

The border….

Coutts had to be the quietest crossing I have ever visited. There was one car at the window, so I decided to prep myself. I took off my helmet so I could get the balaclava off, then I pulled my passport out of the zip-lock bag within my tank bag. While fumbling for my sunglasses, I lost track of my passport….of course the car in front pulls away and it is my turn…and yes, someone just pulled up behind me. I pulled slightly forward, panicking, jumping off the bike and frantically searching for my re-entry ticket. I happen to look back and the truck behind me just about rolled over it. Freakin wind!! More about THAT later. Of course this all happened in about 30 seconds, but it seemed like an eternity. When I got to the window, would you believe the CBSA guard wasn’t a prick hiding behind aviator glasses? Perhaps those guards are all stationed in Prescott, ON. Anyway, he asked me the standard questions then asked about the bike. We had a nice conversation and I was on my way!

Now, for any of you who have not had the pleasure of visiting Southern Alberta, this is where WIND is actually manufactured, second only to the Oil Sands. Built right here in the plains and Coulees, then unleashed on all who dare to tread here. Let me tell you, riding a Ural North on Hwy 4, with the Para-sail I have attached to my bike for this trip, was a horror. The speed limit here is 110KPH, and I was lucky to get to 85KPH! It was during this struggle, just 2KM outside of Milk River, that I felt my rear end go loosey-goosey…no, it wasn’t the McMuffin! Yup, another flat. mo@%er-f@#ker!

Before I left Dave’s place, I replaced the worn Duro with the wheel I had fixed in Denver. It made it 85% of the way. I think I know what happened here and earlier, but confirming that will have to wait until Turin. I changed the tire in about 20 minutes with trucks and cars flying past me. This was very nerve racking, especially when your back is to traffic most of the time.
All done.

I stopped in Milk River to get gas, and would you believe I had to pay inside!?! Now, this was only because they weren’t capable of accepting plastic at the pump. I was still able to lift, pump…THEN walk inside and pay….O’CANADA….

On my way to Turin, AB...

Getting closer….I smell feed lot…There it is….

At last, the farm…

I was greeted by the dogs….who were about to snap at my legs, but stopped short and looked puzzled when I called their names….WTF!?!
Rudy and Sam

…and the guard cats…..(don’t tell them they are cats!)

What you looking at??

After a stunned greeting by my Father-in-Law, who is still shocked I am here on my bike…so am I…I parked my bike in their “garage.” He had to make some room for me…

Once settled, I strolled around the farm, getting re-acquainted with the ladies…

…and the MAN….

I found that the flat tubes were most likely caused by a rough bit of duct tape, so I cleaned up the rim, applied a couple clean strips, then added the rim strip and a new tube. I patched the old one, and will use it as a spare. I am not sure when I plan on taking off from here, either Saturday or Sunday morning, so I may be offline for a bit…..

Sun Oct 02, 2011 11:40 pm

Oct. 2 Moosomin, SK. 866KM/538Mi

Well, I am back on the road after a great stop over at my In-laws farm. We have been disconnected for some time now, typical family BS, and it was nice to reconnect and work on putting things behind us. My mother and father in-law are like my second parents, so saying goodbye was hard. Thanks for putting up with me guys!

Some pics from the farm.....(iPhone 3G)...Vaccination time..

Wait a minute!?!

Since I left a little late this morning, I decided to make run for Brandon, MB. A long haul but doable. The weather was cool this morning, but it got nicer and nicer. It seems I had a smudge on the lens, so some of the pics are showing it...
Leaving Turin...

Hemp crop...

Shots of Saskatchewan...

I replaced the cotter pin in my rear axle with a key pin my father in-law had, which I kept an eye on from time to time....at 60MPH

All of those black dots are water fowl....

More shots of the prairies..

Salt lake...

More trains...

Riding east, I am now losing the sun, and it is getting darker sooner. The song in my head tonight was Wheat Kings, by the Hip....."Sundown in the Paris of the prairies..."

My headlight is starting to act up again, and I think it is the switch. Occasionally, when switching from low to high, I would lose my head light. Kind of scary when there is no traffic and it is pitch black out. Low beam is always there, but a few clicks of the switch and the high beam comes back.

On my last stop for gas, I saw a pickup pulling a Side by Side on a trailer. Didn't think much of it, as they are all over the place and it is Sunday. When I pulled away from the pump, I saw something else on the trailer. I asked the guy if I could take a pic, and he said ABSOLUTELY! Very proud of his kill....avert your eyes now if you are squeamish...

I didn't realize they were in season already....

As I mentioned earlier, I was hoping to make Brandon, MB, but when I saw this nice Hotel in Moosomin, I decided to stop. I am not sure where I will get to tomorrow, as Thunder Bay seems a little far...

Mon Oct 03, 2011 9:28 pm

Well, I only made Kenora. I had another flat today, which really pissed me off. I had the tire done by a shop this time, which put me behind. Hate to say this, but I am glad to be out of Manitoba. Not a place I like and I am not sure why really. I am beat, so I will post tomorrow.

Tue Oct 04, 2011 11:09 pm

Oct 3. Kenora, ON. 574KM/356Mi

The ride out of Moosomin started out really nice. I have to say I have been very lucky with the weather. The mornings are cool, but the bike loves this weather.

Prior to leaving my In-laws farm, I discovered a seam had opened up in the front of my boot, which is why my sock got wet during the last heavy rain. My Mother-in-Law let me borrow her hot glue gun, and I sealed it up....(Hey, I was bored today!)

I made it into Manitoba without issue...

...until I stopped for gas....Another freakin' flat! I don't know what it is...the flats have all been K37s. I am not sure if they are so stiff that the bead gets damaged when I put them on, or if it is something inside the rim that is doing it.

Anyway, I am getting good at this, so I had it swapped in 10 minutes flat. I am really liking the hitch pin key in the axle. Beats a cotter pin. Much easier to remove and reinstall. This time I swapped my spare with the hack wheel and put the hack tire, a DURO, on the pusher. The rubber is worn, but I trust it more than the K37 right now. I also decided to get the flat "professionally" repaired.
When I got to Portage La Prairie, I stopped at a Polaris/Honda shop. The place was DEAD, so I figured I could get right in....NOT. The one salesman was playing Solitaire and the one woman at the parts counter was on the phone with someone looking for a piston for a sled. After five minutes of me standing there in full gear, I get the "I will be right with you sir." Five minutes later two service guys walk in, look at her, then me, and say "she will be right with you." I cannot help but hear her breaking down the price of every part this guy needs, cause you know he is going to shop around, so I turned and walked out. Their loss. Business must be good for them. I finally found a shop just outside Winnipeg. I was able to get service right away and the tech thought the poor Russian welds inside the rim, something I should have taken care of a long time ago, were the problem, so he ground them down....and then he balanced the wheel!! It took him 21 weights to balance it...I thought I told him not to, but what do you do. Each weight was $2! The guy gave me a break on the weights, because he has never seen that before...I told him it was Russian...1.5 hours and $100 for the change, labour, rim strip...and I want the hell out.....

The road through Manitoba was uneventful......finally, Ontario!

The Canadian Shield is starting to look familiar...

Sun starting to set behind me...

Road shots...

My goal for tomorrow is Sault St. Marie....

Tue Oct 04, 2011 11:26 pm

Oct. 4 Sault St. Marie....1190KM/739Mi

I cannot believe I made it here, and I really should have stopped in Wawa. Driving through Moose country in the dark was not wise and actually quite nerve racking. I really enjoyed the day, but I got the time zones on the GPS mixed up...and I really wanted to see if I could do it. I am beat, so I am just going to post my pics. I got to see the sun rise and set today....and Lake Superior is stunning.

I rolled over 10K clicks, and I wanted to capture it, but the GPS dropped it, as soon as it turned over!!! WTF!!

What the Northerners and I, are paying per litre...

Atlantic Watershed...

Some fall colour.....and Superior

Sundown...

Stop for gas before the Sault....

Next stop...HOME!

Thu Oct 06, 2011 12:11 pm

Oct 5. HOME!! 781KM/485Mi

When I left the hotel this morning, I decided to swap the pretty bald Duro 307, which had gotten me here from Manitoba, to the $104, newly repaired wheel and K37 tire...big mistake, but I will get to that. The road from The Sault is pretty straight forward and Hwy 17 runs almost to my door. The weather was sunny, but cool. Perfect for me and the bike. My goal for today was to just get home, so I really don't have many pictures.

Now, for anyone reading this not from Ontario, you must realize that all roads lead to Toronto. If they don't, they are only two lane and most often crap . Hwy 17, the major artery across Ontario is just such a highway. All through the West, the Trans Canada is 4 lanes, but not in Ontario. There were improvements being made to 17 ( is there an election coming up????), which tended to shutdown large sections to one lane, but these grated and grooved sections had me worried about the rear tire.

Some fall colour...

I didn't realize there were Amish in this area. I saw them in the fields and in a wagons...

All was good, other than the construction stops, until North Bay. I needed gas, so I pulled of 17 to fill up. Since most of the pumps were full, I had to back the bike in to a free one. While doing this, I paused for an elderly Gentleman to walk by. He didn't really slow down to avoid me, which I found odd, but I made sure to give him room all the same. Just as I got off the bike and turned towards the pump, I hear a smack and a quiet yelp. I turn around to see the old guy splayed out across the sidewalk. He tripped over the slopped curb leading into the station. I rush over, while the other patrons at the Gas Station just watched....must be common affliction here in North Bay, but I will get to that too....I pick him up and then realize he is bleeding from his badly scrapped palms. It is then that he tells me he is visually impaired and he does this all the time. I walk him into the gas station, get some paper towel for his hands, and leave him with the attendant who had a first aid kit.

When I got back to my bike, I refuel, then decide to inspect everything.....SON OF A B@*$H!! Yup, my rear is flat. Number 4. I roll the bike into a parking space and start to fix the damn thing. I first check the valve stem and swap it with another, thinking it won't hold air, but that isn't it. So now I have a decision to make. Do I fix the tube and ride some more on a tire and rim combo that seem to fail; go with the spare, which sports a nearly bald Duro with a bit of chord showing, or go with the slightly less bald Duro I took off in favour of the K37???? I chose door number 3. Since I didn't trust the actual wheel that had the flat, I spooned off the spare wheel's bald tire and spooned on the slightly less bald tire and the flat went on the rack. Thinking I was ready to go, I started to pump up the tire....only to find the tube won't hold air.....I wanted to SCREAM!!! I have not pinched a tube in about 3 years, and I change all my own tires. With that streak out the window, I remove the tube, patch it in case I need it later and install a spare tube I had. THIS ONE HOLDS AIR!!! During this entire process, I had many voyeurs and people standing around watching, but not one asked if I needed a hand. I didn't need any help, but an offer would have been nice. I know I would have.

Before this mishap, I was supposed to be home by 18:30, but now the GPS was telling me 20:00. Great, another ride in the cold and dark. At least I know these roads. Thankfully, the rest of the ride was eventless.

My silhouette...not very flattering!

Sunset over Pembroke...

HOME!! A total of 11,877KM/7,374Mi....

...and the tire held up! Love these DUROs!

Now that my trip is done, I really want to thank all those that put me up and helped along the way. Darrel and Piper, Ernie and Colleen, Dave and Donna, I really hope to return the favour someday! My door is always open to you guys. Barry, it was great meeting you, swapping lies, and checking out your bike mods...especially the exhaust I inspired !! I would also like to thank my in-laws for putting up with me for four days. I know it was basically unannounced, but it was really good to reconnect. Love you guys....

Terry, Ski, thanks for the assistance and I was glad I could visit your shops. I learned a lot. IMWA, thanks for letting me visit Ural HQ. I was nice putting faces to names, and checking out all the new stuff! My lips are sealed....

Thanks to everyone here for their comments! I hope you enjoyed reading about my trip, because I loved riding it!