Today was a pretty good day. I woke up around 6:30, the
train 40 feet from my head with the whistle blowing took care of that. I
took my time and got all my stuff packed. I loaded up the bike and headed
for BMW, with plans to go to Trapper Creek tonight.
Even though I had an appointment, BMW had
no idea I was coming. It wasnít until I told them about the tires I shipped
that they decided to service me. But all in all they were very nice. The
parts guys were very polite and helpful. The tech working on my bike asked
me questions throughout the process. I had them do the 6,000 mile service
(the bike has around 7,200 on it now), put on the knobby tires I shipped up,
and mount my camera mount.
After I got to BMW and dropped off the
bike, I walked up to Saraís Sandwich Shop. It was fabulous. I drank 6 waters
while I was there. Iím not dehydrated, but there is practically no humidity
here. My lips are all kinds of chapped and split and itís driving me insane.
Iím headed to Wal-Mart for some other items tomorrow, so lip stuff will be
on my list. I had chili, some chips, an Italian sub, and the aforementioned
6 waters. I then went back to BMW and got on the computer. I sent some
emails, but spent the majority of my time on the website. Itís almost ready
to go, of course the internet here at Ship Creek RV Park (ghetto RV) is
crap. So I canít upload it. If itís not one thing, itís another.
When they were done servicing the bike the
service manager gave it a test ride. He gave it the big thumbs up and we
talked about Prudhoe Bay. He said it is a fantastic ride in good
weather. Lots of people get flats, but the scenery is amazing. In rain, he
said the road turns into chocolate pudding. He advised me to converse with
the truckers. He told me if Iím polite to them, the word will spread. When
bikers are rude to the truckers, they tend to be rude back, only the trucks
are much bigger than a bike. I felt good talking to someone who has actually
made the trip. The 3 BMW riders I met on the way to Tok said they know
someone who got a flat 35 miles from Prudhoe Bay.
He had to stop every 2 miles and put in air. Finally he just got a tow. I
talked to a guy who runs a Jeep company who drives up to
Prudhoe Bay. He said I would have a great time and that the road
is nowhere near some of the nightmare stories.
Well, I have prepared as best I can. I
dropped about 80 lbs of gear. BMW is letting me store it there until my
return to Anchorage for new tires. So I have my knobbys
that I shipped up on the bike now, I kept the old tires, Iíve got one inner
tube and Iím buying the other one tomorrow, as well as a 2.5 gallon jug for
gas. I have my air pump and tire plugs as well. So if I get a puncture, I
can plug it. If I get a sidewall puncture or a puncture too big to plug, I
can put an inner tube in. If the inner tube gets a problem, I can put on my
old tires (the Metzler Torranceís). Hopefully I wonít have any problems. All
I am bringing with me are my tools, my cameras, extra gas, some plugs for
charging batteries, soap and a towel for showers, oil, and one pair of sweat
pants and an extra pair of underwear. I should be getting pretty ripe by the
time I get back to Anchorage.
I left my camp chair (so Iím sitting on the ground), I left my air mattress
(so Iím sleeping on the ground), and I left my camp shoes (so I had to take
a shower in the campground public showers in my bare feet. They will
probably fall off tonight from whatever diseases live on public shower
floors. Let me put it to you this way, I know what I do in public showers,
and thatís just me. Multiply that by 10,000,000 other dirty guys, oh yeah,
the feet are falling off come morning). Needless to say, Iíll be buying flip
flops in the morning. I am also going to buy some water, and some cereal
bars to eat. And thatís pretty much it.
As BMW only had the 1 inner tube, the parts
guy called his friend at another cycle shop. They have the one I need, but
they closed at 6:00. The bike was ready at 6:10. Do the math, I couldnít get
to the store. So, I canceled my plans to camp in either Trapper Creek or
Talkeetna tonight and headed back to the Ship Creek RV Park (ghetto RV). On
the way I had McDonaldís for dinner. I did not order it, but they have a
McKinley Big Mac. Apparently itís a Big Mac made with quarter pounder meat.
Luckily (or unluckily, I guess it all depends on how you look at it) the
ghetto RV, I mean Ship Creek RV had a tent site left. I camped on the other
side of the mountain man tonight. Hopefully I will get a hold of some hi
speed tomorrow. In ghettoís defense, they only advertised ďwi-fiĒ, not ďhigh