3,500 miles... 23 + Days... Looking forward to an adventure. Bike is up to it. Camper is getting loaded. Two days in the fiend (Crab Orchard Lake Campground to finish preparing. Looks like a enjoyable trip... Wiil keep you posted.
Friday, July 10, 2015
Tire change... My least favorite moment...
#1... My bike hates the center stand. It's all I can do to get it up there, even with help.. and then it teeters... last thing I need when wrenching. Fortunately my canisters provide some support in these situations.
Break the bead... lots of soap and water... this part went well. Then to add zip-ties. This is on a youtube video so you can get all the tips. Makes it less frustrating... just short of easy.
Before i remounted the wheel I took it to GrassRoots BMW to have them check the bearings. I thought they were pretty tight... and after 20,000 they might be. The pros looked at them and gave them the all clear for another round of dirt, so I'm comfy putting the wheel assembly back in place. Now to ride!
Several things come to mind this morning... did a tire change. packing to leave, weekend past with friends. and this morning I am waking in the camper out by Crab Orchard Lake listening to rain and birds... and feeling poetic... Here's what I thought last evening as the storm approached. I sat there into the raindrops musing...
Fishing… Maybe fishing isn't about the fish. Maybe fishing is to let us relax. Just sitting here and watching the lake and look at reflections, wait for sunset and when maybe it's a storm instead of a sunset, dinner and watch the storm. I can hear it, down to the south of me. I'm looking west out across the inlet from the in the lake. There’s a heron out there on the shore. He's probably 3 feet into the water. Pacing yourself. Waiting to grab can a few raindrops. They started to spackle across Lake. Truly quiet. Not a breath of air. The trees are silhouetted against the what was supposed to be a sunset and now overcast. In the West, bright grey. And off to the left, to the south, here it's a thunderous grey slow-moving cumulus booming. Sometimes… We'll see what the evening brings. Maybe this is why we fish... the fish, calm.. the lake glazes over…. like it is takes a breather… Thunder herds the clouds ahead. urging them… thrusting. and at the same time gradually over-powering the weather in it’s path. a powerful feeling.