The following day I checked my bike a bit more careful and did not find any major damage on the frame or other front area parts.
The entire list of damages were "limited" to:
- Trailing A arm needed replacement and machining
- Front sub frame bent
- Rear shock was leaking (in fact, I noted that only a few days later - will be around 250USD)
- Some bumps and loss of paint here and there
A
new trailing arm would cost about 600USD plus the ball bearing and
small stuff might be together all together around 1000USD. I checked
ebay and found an used trailing arm including the ball bearing for
100USD. That sounded like a bargain. It seemed like the most important
thing was done. Matt ordered the trailing arm for me from ebay and I did not find any other damages at
the bike (at that time I did not realize that my rear shock was
leaking). Now there was not much to do except wait for the part to come.
Our motel had a shuttle service to the airport and we had no problems to get Lara in the evening. Skippy was very happy.
We explored our neighborhood and found a nice off-leash dog park nearby.
Lara: girls' new playmate :D
Lara had her sleeping period, so Skippy and me went to explore Las Vegas on our own.
Plenty of light everywhere.
High Roller (world's tallest observation wheel). It was 13Dec2014 (in American: 12/13/14) and each cabin hosted a few wedding parties :D
Las Vegas Boulevard and Stratosphere Tower in the background.
Huge football (soccer) field size casinos (the biggest Casino was a bit over 2ha!!!)
And the millions or tens of millions jackpots on display!
The next day Lara was fit and we went all together to the Strip.
Girls having fun!
Vegas by night.
From New York via Monte Carlo to Paris - all is here!
Bellagio - watch the spectacle in our travelogue.
Cute...
...and dirty.
View over Vegas from Stratosphere Tower (350m height).
Girls got "shot" into the sky :D
Happy faces before the food...
Wolfi ordered spiciness level 0 on a scale from 1-10. It was delicious. The girls ordered level 5, were sweating like hell and could not finish their food ;)
After heavy walking (yeah we did the strip Finnish style and walked) one needs to stretch properly!
... and bend :D
Plenty of fish squeezed into a small tank. What a torture!
Maria and Rachel from the UK riding on
a Suzuki DR650 around in the US. Wolfi chatted with them and tried to charm with his amazing outfit...
...and then they had to leave. No wonder! :D
What to do about Lara and the girls? They would not be of big help to me in fixing my bike. Besides that Skippy preferred to have some alone-time with Lara and the girls and therefore we decided that they would make a road trip on their own.
Car is rented and the girls started their ROAD TRIP!
The moving rocks on Racetrack Valley fascinated me and it seemed like from Furnace Creek it would be a decent loop for a day-ride. Matt (another ADVrider inmate)
recommended to visit Titus Canyon. I checked what that was about and
it looked interesting and doable. The racetrack would
be a 27miles washboard road to the playa, well we had worse in Africa ;)
After that my plan became a bit foggy.
Either the 27miles back and via the highway back to Furnace Creek or
via Hunter Mountain, some more gravel and then the highway back. The
sun set early around 1630 and it all depended on long it would take
to get to the Racetrack – I would made that decision there.
Now Death Valley was (and is) no joke.
That is serious remote travel! If I would get stuck there, most
likely there would be no choice and stay overnight in the desert and
find a ride back the next day. From Teakettle junction to the
next point of civilization would be about 100km – a bit too much to
hike in darkness (especially when the coyotes want to come along). I also instructed Skippy that if I would not be
back by 1900 she should get worried.
Part II: Time to go
It was a lovely morning. I got up early
and was ready for my next endeavor. Was I really? I had plenty of
water and I wanted to fill up my fuel tank as well as my 10l jerry
can. Surprisingly the service station in Furnace Creek was closed for
this morning as they performed their yearly inspection. Was that a
sign not to go?
I filled up in Stovepipe Wells and
rode towards Beatty. The Titus Canyon road was a very narrow one-way
road. The first few kilometers were decent gravel with some bumps and
some washboard here and there. The climb over the pass contained a
few technical sections nothing dramatic (Cinnamon Pass was much
worse). Once in the canyon the road was pretty smooth.
Titus Canyon was dramatic, spectacular and really
worth the trouble. It was also possible to come from the other side to the exit of the canyon,
park your vehicle and hike into the canyon. Maybe next time. I was in
good mood as it took me less then 2 hours to ride through the 27 miles (43 km) even
though I stopped a few times to take some pictures.
Such fantastic scenery ...
and more.
Remains of Leadfield ghost town
Titus canyon
It's narrow.
Then on to the Racetrack Valley. Since
I was not sure if I would come back the same way I quickly circled around the
Ubehebe crater. It was magnificent. One of the amazing things in
Death Valley was that endless vastness - nope not enough ... more like vastest vastness (unendliche Weite). Even something appeared rather
close it typically took quite a while to get there.
Palm tree - not Joshua tree ;)
Landscape around Ubehebe Crater
Ubehebe Crater.
I turned from the paved road onto the
Racetrack gravel road. The washboard started after a few meters and it
was not just washboard but really seriously bumpy, rough and tough. Max
speed was 30km/h and even that was too fast in
some spots. I took it easy and the consequence of that was that I
arrived at the Racetrack playa late in the afternoon.
Tough road - slow speed.
Nice small cacti around there.
Teakettle junction
The racetrack playa - almost there.
The sun was hiding behind clouds and I
was looking for those famous rocks. At first I did not find those
instead I saw a dead spider. Then I asked from somebody else where I
would find those rocks and the person told me to continue a few miles
on the washboard disaster road and then I would see those.
That was a big fellow!
Who said it was dry here and no water?
Finally - the moving rocks ...
.
Obviously I was not alone and a few
other photographers were hunting this mystery. And so I got into a
chat with Chris from the Los Angeles Times. He
obviously saw an opportunity for a great story and conducted a short
interview on the playa - totally awkward :D
After we were done it was time
to get a few last cool shots and hit the road back to civilization.
It became clear to me that the mountain road was out of question.
Unknown terrain, more miles on gravel road and I was not sure what
the rangers really meant when they judged the road as “decent”.
This scenery was addicting - I must come back to Death Valley!
Part III: HELP!!!
Now the theory is that either you go
really slow on a washboard road and eat the bumps or you go fast and “fly”
over. Sun was setting fast and so I tried option 2 and went faster
when suddenly and without prior warning this happened:
Without warning the steering was very heavy and basically
the hack went where ever it wanted - at that time mostly straight. I got lucky, no huge rocks nor cliffs on the side of the road. In the first seconds I thought I had a
flat tire. That was what the rangers warned about and it felt like a
flat tire. The bike just went where ever it wanted, I tried to steer and hold it in the middle of the road and not flip over the elevated edges. The bike obliterated its path over those huge stones and I heard only the noises from other stones flying to to the left and right. After those shocking moments the bike came to a stall.
I took a deeeeeep breath and started to look for the cause of this disaster. All tires were ok. Did my steering damper break
and got stuck? Nope! It was that darn trailing arm! I have seen in
ADVrider two other GS-hacks which suffered the same faith. Those bikes had
still the stock front fork and I thought this could not happen to me
since I had the custom-made swingarm. That trailing arm is a serious weak
point! Any R1150GS hack rider who wants to do some decent gravel –
better re-enforce that part when you can!
It was now getting dark and I knew that
Chris and his colleague Mark would soon come this way since they also
stayed at the ranch. I started to pack my stuff and prepared the bike to be left alone in the desert. Some minutes later Chris came already and we moved together the bike to the next wider section so that other
cars could pass easily.
I packed my stuff into their jeep and
before we rode towards the ranch, Mark insisted to take a few shots
of this stranded and desperate looking German from Finland who's
world trip came to an abrupt halt. The darkness came very quick and most of the gravel road we road in darkness. After a painfully
long 30+minutes we were back on pavement. I was feeling really sick.
Dead SilberWolf in Racetrack Valley Road.
First pictures of the broken trailing arm
Still slightly attached for a short moment.
Broken Trailing A arm (Telelever).
Obviously Mark had had a long day as
well as he almost rode into the ditch with 60mph because he did not see
the stop sign coming (nononononono!) First my bike broke down and then dead in
a jeep accident half-ways? That was not my day! Luckily he came to a stop in the very last moment after a full-break. Finally we arrived at
the ranch and it was 1845 – only a few minutes before Skippy would
have tried to find somewhere help to rescue me.
Even though Skippy was very worried, she prepared excellent food which was all
done and ready when I arrived (good girl!). The darkness was hiding the huge disappointment
in her face when I told that the bike was wrecked. What would we do
now with Lara when she came tomorrow to Las Vegas? How would we get
to Las Vegas? How would I get my bike out of this desert? Questions over questions!
Many questions and only confusion,
disappointment, anger, anxiety and frustration. It became clear that this
accident would seriously hurt our travel budget. Like all of that would not be punishment enough, my cell phone did not find any
service at the campground to make phone calls for arrangements.
Part IV:In the meantime during the day - Skippy alone in Furnace Creek Ranch
Skippy enjoyed her day, had a long walk with girls and took a few pictures of the things in the surroundings.
Delicious Pomegranate for Skippy.
Positive - solar power plant.
and then green grass for the "lowest golf course on earth" - hilarious.
Relicts from old times.
Wagon from the 20-mule-team.
Part V: Rescue in progresss
Luckily the ranger station offered free Wifi and I could use Skype and email to start communicating with the outside world to see what can be done.
I wanted to do the maintenance on the Suzi at Matt's place (same inmate as earlier) in Las Vegas. I called him and told about our misery. He instantly offered his help and said he could come to Death Valley and get us with his trailer the following day. WOW - I was really relieved. Maybe this would not get as bad after all.
Once he emailed me a pic of his gigantic trailer I became aware that in all this chaos I most likely forgot to mention that the bike was at the racetrack and not in Furnace Creek. I think he must have been pissed when he realized what he promised.
Part VI: The next day
We were both deeply depressed and not in a good mood. We still played with girls since it was such a lovely place and there was no need to punish them. Some other people came by for a small-talk and as time went on we started packing our stuff together. When I saw this pile of things laying on the ground I thought OMG do we have stuff with and how do we ever fit all that onto the bike. Besides that not all cases on my bike were empty when I left for my adventure. Some more downsizing required here!
I realized how much stuff we have. We travel quite luxurious compared to what we could take with on two solo bikes.
When Matt arrived we loaded his truck full and drove north. Skippy was following us on her bike since we would take a different route back to Las Vegas. About one hour later we arrived at the Ubehebe Crater. The wind was terribly gusty. As soon as I opened the car door it flung open and I got beaten by sand and small stones.
Skippy almost fell when she stopped her bike. No way that Skippy and the girls would wait in this weather while Matt and me would get my bike. We parked her bike down the hill and drove towards my bike. It took us about one hour to make the 13 miles to my bike. It was still there and no signs of vandalism or theft (I was somewhat worried).
It took a while to find a spot to make a U-turn with the trailer. Then finally we could start loading the bike. We were in a rush, no time to loose. The sun was already very low and we knew it would take us an hour to get back. Matt pulled over a few times for the faster moving jeeps. We had to stop twice on the way back to adjust our load somewhat and tighten the ropes again. We arrived at the paved road about half an hour after sunset just in time before it got really dark.
SilberWolf all alone.
Those sunsets were stunning.
The wind was still gusty and especially Skippy was happy to get out of there. She had now a 3 hour ride ahead of her on totally boring roads, in pitch-black darkness and chilly stormy weather. Two intermediate stops later we arrived at Matt's house, took off the trailer and drove through Las Vegas downtown to our motel. Thanks a lot Matt for rescuing us! Skippy managed all fine - I was proud of her. She was totally dead, frozen and her toes were all white - poor girl. Now it was time to calm down and tomorrow we would pick-up Lara from the airport. I would need to come the next day to Matt and check what all was broken.
