As I was puttering along on I25 I saw a couple on a bike pulled over on the shoulder. Since I had everything I would need to fix my bike, I moved over as fast as I could to see if I could help. This maneuver reinforced my opinion that Denver has worse drivers than LA. It turns out the shift linkage on the guy's Harley had separated. It's the worst idea for a shift linkage I've seen. Would it be that much more expensive to use proper Heim joints? He had tried to wedge it on with chewing gum wrapper. That didn't work as it fell apart when I barely touched it. I grabbed a zip tie from my saddlebag and did a figure eight around the linkage and he was good to go. As we were getting on our bikes a police car pulled over. But, you would think the cop would help us pull back onto the highway, right? Wrong. Must have been too busy with a donut. But at least I had a deposit in the karma bank.
I'm back at Brian's place now. Tomorrow I want to make it into Nebraska and camp at the Mormon Island recreation area. It's about six hours away and I'm probably going to stop every half hour to make sure things a good. For some reason I'm really paranoid about bike problems now. I wonder why.
just remember klr=check oil at every fuel stop
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