The X-bikes have been a bit cat-like to prep this time round. By cat-like I mean that they are all the traits you loathe in a feline. Persnickety and precocious. My bike decided to eat the custom rear Ohlins shock...for the third time. So, I will be riding on the stocker shock. Armyguy has had his bike in and out the local northern $tealer$hip for various reasons over the last few months. It has become obvious to me that Armyguy also moonlights his bike to make funny memes...
That may have been a little dramatic. However, his front pinion was well on its' way to that photo and the pinon even lost a tooth like a puppy sheds its' baby fangs. The only thing I can figure out is that Blaster just doesn't like to wrench on bikes trailside. But, how boring to discover things like this in the comfort of shaded garage on a lift!
Nonetheless clearing out the bike maintenance early, has left plenty o time to pack out. That an the remnants of a Hurricane that rolled through all day with buckets of rain trapping me in the house. This gave me plenty of time to stage a nice pile of stuff only to lament that I need to put 40% of it back since there is no way I could possibly pack all that crap in 2 soft bags and tail pack. It's a motorcycle ride, not a pack camel train. GPS tracks are loaded and for once in my bloody life, I have only a few minor tasks to complete before launch day. What an great feeling and to be so well rested entering a trip!