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Somewhere in here things got more sinister, bikes were working hard, we were working hard, some bike drops taking a toll, steep switchbacks going down....
Then as we pushed through it, try and do this with a fading clutch, 690 strikes again. I would guess the fluid is crap, and with the really hot bike the fluid was not hydraulicing well. You play the games you have to in this situation, using hills to take breaks etc.
Then we came to a deep looking little creek and a wider crossing than the norm. We already knew some quads had made it that we passed on the trail, but that is a different animal. I was the guinea pig since my clutch was 100%. Picked my line, went for it. I made it, it was pretty deep, rocks were crazy slimy, some dabbing was happening, cold dabbing.
And then.....let’s just say the 690 didn’t make it. Pic from the driver seat as he used his head to test water depth. Apparently it is eye ball deep, I couldn’t get back there fast enough to record, I mean help.
But he got lucky, picked it up quick, pushed it out of the deeper stuff and then we both got it up the bank. The good part was the direction it went down and that it was dead when it went down, the filter wasn’t even really wet, it fired up with some persuasion. I was shocked we got that lucky considering:
Might not want to take a GS1200 past this gate, just saying.
After that, we called it on the hard stuff, time to back off since the clutch was being flaky and neither one of us wanted more drama....and we were a little whooped.We took Red Grade Rd over to Bear Lodge and hit reset with a late 2pm lunch.
After lunch we took pavement out of the area via Shell Canyon, got rained on a bit. We stopped to look at the falls.
We decided to make Worland home for the night, making for an easier day tomorrow. Chilled out having dinner with some family and we are settled in for the last night “on the trail” at the Days Inn. It is magical what a good hot shower can do to a weary traveler.
Then as we pushed through it, try and do this with a fading clutch, 690 strikes again. I would guess the fluid is crap, and with the really hot bike the fluid was not hydraulicing well. You play the games you have to in this situation, using hills to take breaks etc.
Then we came to a deep looking little creek and a wider crossing than the norm. We already knew some quads had made it that we passed on the trail, but that is a different animal. I was the guinea pig since my clutch was 100%. Picked my line, went for it. I made it, it was pretty deep, rocks were crazy slimy, some dabbing was happening, cold dabbing.
And then.....let’s just say the 690 didn’t make it. Pic from the driver seat as he used his head to test water depth. Apparently it is eye ball deep, I couldn’t get back there fast enough to record, I mean help.
But he got lucky, picked it up quick, pushed it out of the deeper stuff and then we both got it up the bank. The good part was the direction it went down and that it was dead when it went down, the filter wasn’t even really wet, it fired up with some persuasion. I was shocked we got that lucky considering:
Might not want to take a GS1200 past this gate, just saying.
After that, we called it on the hard stuff, time to back off since the clutch was being flaky and neither one of us wanted more drama....and we were a little whooped.We took Red Grade Rd over to Bear Lodge and hit reset with a late 2pm lunch.
After lunch we took pavement out of the area via Shell Canyon, got rained on a bit. We stopped to look at the falls.
We decided to make Worland home for the night, making for an easier day tomorrow. Chilled out having dinner with some family and we are settled in for the last night “on the trail” at the Days Inn. It is magical what a good hot shower can do to a weary traveler.