klr world bike (garland) $10000

[Jeff Saline]

Listers, OK Heads, Cedar Springs Campground to Sheep Creek Canyon Geological Area to Vernal, Utah Travel time: 2 hrs 26 mins Distance: 90 miles We've both had a good rest after using the nice facilities in this quiet campground. I wander down to brush my teeth using running water and come back to the campsite feeling pretty good. Steve and I strike camp and load our bikes. Steve thinks he knows a nice restaurant for breakfast before we head for a ride in the Sheep Creek Canyon Geological Area. About the time the bikes are loaded Steve says he's got a problem. I think he's serious. I go over to look and he points to his countershaft nut and it's totally off the countershaft. It's just laying against the plastic cover and has dirt inside the threads. We both make an exclamation and get busy making it right. Steve pulls the cover and I get my 1/2 inch drive breaker bar and socket from the tool bag. He gets the cover off and tries to start the nut. It won't thread onto the shaft. He wipes the dirt and grime from the nut and shaft and tries again. It still won't start. This isn't good. The nut has rattled around the shaft long enough that it's beat the threads in the end of the nut to a dull rounded form. He gives it a few more tries and I ask if I can play with it. He hands me the nut. Since it's not my bike the situation looks a bit different from my perspective. Steve has a pocket knife and I try to start new threads in the nut. It looks to me like it only needs about 1/2 the diameter of new threads and it'll start. I sit at the picnic table and scratch away. The knife blade is harder than the nut but it's not cutting very well. Then I remember Steve has a Leatherman with him. I ask for it and soon get a look at the tools available. There is an awl like blade that seems like it will fit the situation just fine. I suppose I scratch at the nut for 5-10 minutes, but it could have been hours. Slowly it seems like I'm making progress in getting a place for the nut threads to catch the threads of the shaft. Well, we have time as until the nut's on the shaft we aren't going anywhere. A few more minutes and I show the nut to Steve. I clean the threads of the shaft again and they look to me like they'll take the nut if the nut will take them. I bend down and try the nut. It seems to take. I use the socket in my hand to tighten the nut just a smidgen more. Then the socket on the breaker bar and the nuts screws onto the shaft. Steve and I high five and we're feeling pretty good. Steve steps on the rear brake pedal and I tighten the nut. I make it German which is Guttentight. Then Steve takes some JB Kwik and puts some on each side of the nut where the holes in the sprocket are. We're hoping that will work as a locking agent to keep the nut from backing off. Since this is a prevailing torque type nut and the shaft is too short to allow it to work we have to come up with another method to secure it. The bike is put back together and off we ride to breakfast. The restaurant is only a few miles up the road and when we get to it the parking lot is full of folks with boats and float craft getting ready to go fishing on the Green River or on the reservoir. Steve checks the nut situation and says the JB Kwik isn't holding. We mix up another batch and this time make it a bit hotter and also surround the nut with this amazing substance. Steve slowly turns the wheel while the Kwik sets to keep it from dripping off. After a few minutes it sets and we go into eat and have a nice meal. After taking our time so the Kwik has a chance to really set we finish and pay. Steve checks the mixing paper and the leftover JB Kwik is firm. The repair looks good and we're confident we have a good opportunity to be thankful. A couple talk with us a bit about what we're doing and the guy seems kind of envious of the trip. They're getting ready to go on a 5 day float trip on the Green. That sounds pretty neat to me. They head off and Steve leads as we go to find Sheep Creek Canyon Geological Area. Steve was here once before with his son Jeff and remembers the area well. The road is paved and in great shape. The trees are near the road which is a real change from the past few days. As we come around a bend I'm stunned by the view. I stop to take a picture. Check out this site to see about what I saw. http://www.geo.uu.nl/fg/berendsen/pictures/photography/usa/Flaming-gorge. jpg My sister sent this site to my family when I told her I was going to Flaming Gorge from Wamsutter. Steve really knows how to lead a tour. We continue and the road is very twisty and nice. I stop again for a picture and Steve continues. I get going again after maybe 90 seconds and figure I'll catch him shortly. I come to an intersection and usually we wait at any intersection until the next guy in line sees us. Steve's not there but I wonder if I'm suppose to turn here or not. I wait for a minute or two and then think I see him maybe two miles further down the canyon. I pull out my binoculars and see him pull into a turn off. I ride down and he's waiting there for me. When we get to Sheep Creek Canyon he tells me to lead so I can pull over for any pictures I'd like to take. He's been here before so he'll just hang back and enjoy the ride. The road has some gravel and some torn up pavement. It's narrow and in a great area. The scenery here is well worth the time it takes from the rest of the trip. But since we don't really have a time table this is just frosting on the cake and an unexpected treat. I pull over at a marker and we walk up to see where Cleophas J. Dowd lived in a dug out from 1880 until he was murdered in 1898 while in his harness shop. His grave and those of his two children are a few rods from the marker. I ask Steve how long is a rod. He doesn't know. Then I ask a guy walking up to see the marker. He doesn't know either and then neither does his wife. Come to think of it I still don't know how long a rod is. We continue and I take another couple of pictures. The road begins to rise and starts switching back and forth. After a few miles I check the elevation on the GPS and we're well over 8,000 feet. When we finally exit the canyon and start toward Vernal, Utah I am again reminded how much I like high country. We can see snow on the distant peaks. Steve leads and we take 191 south. In Vernal we get directions to Walmart and head to that side of town. Steve asks if I'm interested in going to the dinosaur park. He's been there before so he's not gonna miss anything when I say not really. We head to Walmart and do two oil changes. On the way into the store I ask the auto techs if they take used oil. They tell me yes and I explain what we want to do. No problem I'm told. It takes a few minutes to buy 5 quarts of Rotella 15W/40 and a drain pan. Steve and I are both collecting oil samples to submit for analysis. Steve loosens the drain plug and I catch a sample of his oil. A few minutes later I've collected a sample of my oil and we are done with the oil changes. Neither of us change filters. I only have 965 miles on my oil but Steve has 1,240 miles on his. This is his second oil analysis sample on this trip as we collected a sample when he got to my house a week earlier. A technician gathers our used oil and we tell him to keep the drain pan and thank him. We head off and find lunch, fuel and the post office to mail the oil samples. Vernal to Moab, Utah Travel time: 7 hrs 31 mins Distance: 231 miles This is the total travel time. We stop after a few hours and camp With our chores completed we head out of town on smaller roads. The GPS amazes me as I lead us east and then south. I've never been to Vernal or this area before but I navigate with confidence. As we head further south the road gets a bit rougher and more remote. Finally we approach a projected turn and as I look for it I think I see the road on the other side of a wash. But it's not really there. We play with the GPSs for a few minutes and try to discover another way to continue this route. I think I've found one and we continue along. Finally we get to a fork with three options. I think it's the right fork so start up it. In less than 100 yards I know that's not the right road. I turn around and try the left road. Even quicker this time I know I'm on the wrong road. Up the middle we go and it quickly gets to be a switchback mountain type of road. The view from the top is nice and we stop for a minute or two. Then on we go, it's hot and sitting around isn't very comfortable. We turn left at the paved road and quickly discover the next turn isn't gonna happen. We continue and after a mile or two turn right into the oil fields. We ride past an active well and a pickup truck with a couple of cowboys who look like they've been hunting and we're on our way. The road is fast dirt and gravel. We make good time until we get to the Ouray Indian Reservation. At this point the land is clearly posted and specifically says NO MOTORCYCLES. We talk about it for a few minutes and decide to go over to an oil field building that looks occupied and ask for suggestions or advice. About the time we pull into the parking lot a truck rolls in and parks. We ask the driver about the posting and he says we're good as long as we stay on the road. But for sure don't go off. Then he asks about what we're doing and we have a good chat. He says he could send us from Flaming Gorge to Vernal on dirt if we wanted. We says thanks but that's behind us. But it starts an idea churning and Steve and I talk about it later. We say thanks for the help and he tells us to have a good journey. We ride onto the reservation and towards Ouray. The road is pretty fast and well maintained. The guy at the oil field building told us there is no fuel in Ouray. This was one of our tight fuel routes and we decide to take a chance on it. The Green River crosses 88 about 1/2 mile south of Ouray and we take a break there for a few minutes. Five or six trucks make the turn into the oil field at this intersection and the drivers seem friendly. We wave to them and they wave back as they go by. We walk to the river and take a look. It's not very impressive at this point although it is wide and there is lots of water going by. Back on the bikes we head south on 88. The temperature is close to 100 degrees and I'm running the fan on my bike to try to help it run a bit cooler when going less than maybe 45 mph. The paved road is in good condition and we follow it for maybe 15 miles. Then I think the GPS is telling me we need to turn right so that's what I do. We go for maybe 1/2 mile and I realize I'm wrong. We turn around and get back on the road we were on going in the same direction. This road is pretty well marked but turns to dirt and gravel and turns very rough. I keep leading and we are riding at maybe 30-35 mph. We're taking a beating but the faster we seem to go the less it hurts. We pass a few vehicles as we continue south. About 50 or 60 miles south of Vernal we come to the first overlook and pull over and take a look at the breath taking vista. I don't know as I've ever seen anything quite like this area. I'm sure glad we have a road to travel on as I'm looking at some very very rough country. After maybe 15 minutes we start riding again. We for sure aren't going to get to anywhere populated in the next 100 miles and I get to thinking that we should maybe try to find a campsite soon. I stop and ask Steve if he's ready to camp. I think he'd do about anything to get off this rough road for a while. He says pick a spot. I head off again and we get to a dip in the road and some really loose and deep sand. You can see where vehicles have wallowed through it. I stop and pick a line and then slip, slide and squirm my way through the deep loose sand. I stop 50 yards past the end of the sand and watch as Steve approaches it and works his way through much like I did. Maybe two or three miles up the road I see a path to the west that looks like it may go to a ridge. I turn around and point to it. Steve nods and I lead up this two track. After maybe 1/4 or 3/8 mile we are on the top of what becomes home for the night. Water will be an issue but we both have enough for tonight and most of tomorrow. In probably 15 minutes camp is set up and we're enjoying being off the bikes and checking out our new surroundings. I fire up the stove and we have a rice dinner. Steve and I are guessing we can only see maybe 300,000 to 500,000 acres when looking west. We finish eating and clean the cooking pot and eating gear. Then we chat a bit as we wait for what could possibly be a very nice sunset. We're not disappointed with the sunset and watch until it's over. Then we continue to watch for a bit and see what looks like security lights off quite a way. Since we can only see two sets of lights this set seems very bright. We talk about it a bit and then head to our tents for some much needed sleep. I wake at a few minutes after 3 in the morning and look out of my tent. I'd swear the lights are headlights and they're getting closer and moving cross country straight towards us. I finally get up and turn on my GPS and take a sighting of the lights and project a line where they might be coming from. It looks for the moment that it could be Santio Crossing about 9 miles away. Tonight, looking at my map on the computer I'm wondering if it wasn't the airfield at Sand Wash almost 28 miles away. Both are pretty close to my line of sight bearing. The next morning it's funny as I tell Steve about seeing the lights in the night and how I was sure they were coming closer. He said how he woke in the night and had the same feeling. So maybe I'm not crazy. : ) End of Day Five. Jeff Saline ABC # 4412 South Dakota Airmarshal Airheads Beemer Club www.airheads.org The Beautiful Black Hills of South Dakota 75 R90/6, 03 KLR650, 79 R100RT [Non-text portions of this message have been removed]

[Bruce R. Porter]

Most of the early measurement in this country is based on chains, rods and links. A chain was made up of 100 links, each 7.92" (0.66') long making the chain 66' in total. There are 4 rods (25 links per rod) in a chain which makes it 16.5' long. Most of the old roads in this part of the country (New England) are (were) laid out as 2, 3 or 4 rod roads making them 33, 48.5 or 66' wide. When I worked in surveying I did learn about a "Scottish Rod" which was 18' from another surveyor but have never found any documentation of it, although several properties we mapped in one area ONLY matched their original deed descriptions if that measurement was used. Thanks for your descriptions of the trip, someday (maybe) I'll get past the Mississippi river again. Bruce R. Porter

--- In DSN_KLR650@yahoogroups.com, Jeff Saline wrote: > I pull over > at a marker and we walk up to see where Cleophas J. Dowd lived in a dug > out from 1880 until he was murdered in 1898 while in his harness shop. > His grave and those of his two children are a few rods from the marker. > I ask Steve how long is a rod. He doesn't know. Then I ask a guy > walking up to see the marker. He doesn't know either and then neither > does his wife. Come to think of it I still don't know how long a rod is.

[revmaaatin]

--- In DSN_KLR650@yahoogroups.com, Jeff Saline wrote: SNIP Cleophas J. Dowd lived in a dug > out from 1880 until he was murdered in 1898 while in his harness shop. > His grave and those of his two children are a few rods from the marker. > I ask Steve how long is a rod. He doesn't know. Then I ask a guy > walking up to see the marker. He doesn't know either and then neither > does his wife. Come to think of it I still don't know how long a rod is. UNSNIP Hi Jeff, Great post. Yikes! JB welding a CS nut. McGiver alive and well in the KLR community. TElling a story like this is a valuable learning experience for us all. IRT to what is a 'rod'. One 'rod' = 16.5 feet. A rod is another way to measure land. 1 mile = 5280 feet. divide this by 16.5 = 320 rods to a mile. One square mile was 640 acres. How did a rod come to be? Not sure about that but I do know, many of the rods were measured using a wheel that was 16.5 feet in circumferenc and someone (survey crew) pushed the wheel, counting the number of revolutions until they had the distance they wanted. Land was surveyed in 1 mile blocks, divided into 4 quarters of 160 acres each. A 'homested' was one quarter or 160 acres. A quarter was typically 'square' that is it was 2640 X 2640ft or 160 rods square or 1/2 mile X 1/2 mile. Between each quarter was a surveyed 66' right of way so that the interior quarters could be reached. These 66' foot sections are called 'open section lines'. the public can still traverse these spaces (at least in SD) and is where a good bit of the public is allowed to pheasant hunt. Through time, the property changes hands and many section lines are closed by county commissioners, as they had been responsible to maintain the open section lines as a road. Most of the open section lines here now are just green spaces, the rancher/farmer is allowed to cut the grass (if he wants) for hay. Many of these open sections lines don't lead anywhere but dead end 1-2- 3 maybe 6 miles into the country, but make for some great riding and wildlife observation. While on the KLR, it is the ride, not the destination anyway. If you deceide to ride some of these open section lines, they are often strewn with junk, badger holes, wire, rocks, washes, ruts and other various hazards. Heck, the last section line I rode led me right to the ER and a 14 day stay on 4th floor of St. Lukes Hospital, Aberdeen SD. That particular section line-destination, not recommended.... revmaaatin.

[Hedrek]

Metric system = smart people. Bonsoir! --- "Bruce R. Porter" wrote:

> Most of the early measurement in this country is > based on > chains, rods and links. A chain was made up of 100 > links, each 7.92" > (0.66') long making the chain 66' in total. There > are 4 rods (25 > links per rod) in a chain which makes it 16.5' long. > Most of the old > roads in this part of the country (New England) are > (were) laid out > as 2, 3 or 4 rod roads making them 33, 48.5 or 66' > wide. When I > worked in surveying I did learn about a "Scottish > Rod" which was 18' > from another surveyor but have never found any > documentation of it, > although several properties we mapped in one area > ONLY matched their > original deed descriptions if that measurement was > used. > Thanks for your descriptions of the trip, > someday (maybe) I'll > get past the Mississippi river again. > Bruce R. > Porter > > > --- In DSN_KLR650@yahoogroups.com, Jeff Saline > wrote: > > > I pull over > > at a marker and we walk up to see where Cleophas > J. Dowd lived in > a dug > > out from 1880 until he was murdered in 1898 while > in his harness > shop. > > His grave and those of his two children are a few > rods from the > marker. > > I ask Steve how long is a rod. He doesn't know. > Then I ask a guy > > walking up to see the marker. He doesn't know > either and then > neither > > does his wife. Come to think of it I still don't > know how long a > rod is. > > > > >

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[Jeff Saline]

Listers, Cedar Springs Campground to Sheep Creek Canyon Geological Area to Vernal, Utah Travel time: 2 hrs 26 mins Distance: 90 miles We've both had a good rest after using the nice facilities in this quiet campground. I wander down to brush my teeth using running water and come back to the campsite feeling pretty good. Steve and I strike camp and load our bikes. Steve thinks he knows a nice restaurant for breakfast before we head for a ride in the Sheep Creek Canyon Geological Area. About the time the bikes are loaded Steve says he's got a problem. I think he's serious. I go over to look and he points to his countershaft nut and it's totally off the countershaft. It's just laying against the plastic cover and has dirt inside the threads. We both make an exclamation and get busy making it right. Steve pulls the cover and I get my 1/2 inch drive breaker bar and socket from the tool bag. He gets the cover off and tries to start the nut. It won't thread onto the shaft. He wipes the dirt and grime from the nut and shaft and tries again. It still won't start. This isn't good. The nut has rattled around the shaft long enough that it's beat the threads in the end of the nut to a dull rounded form. He gives it a few more tries and I ask if I can play with it. He hands me the nut. Since it's not my bike the situation looks a bit different from my perspective. Steve has a pocket knife and I try to start new threads in the nut. It looks to me like it only needs about 1/2 the diameter of new threads and it'll start. I sit at the picnic table and scratch away. The knife blade is harder than the nut but it's not cutting very well. Then I remember Steve has a Leatherman with him. I ask for it and soon get a look at the tools available. There is an awl like blade that seems like it will fit the situation just fine. I suppose I scratch at the nut for 5-10 minutes, but it could have been hours. Slowly it seems like I'm making progress in getting a place for the nut threads to catch the threads of the shaft. Well, we have time as until the nut's on the shaft we aren't going anywhere. A few more minutes and I show the nut to Steve. I clean the threads of the shaft again and they look to me like they'll take the nut if the nut will take them. I bend down and try the nut. It seems to take. I use the socket in my hand to tighten the nut just a smidgen more. Then the socket on the breaker bar and the nuts screws onto the shaft. Steve and I high five and we're feeling pretty good. Steve steps on the rear brake pedal and I tighten the nut. I make it German which is Guttentight. Then Steve takes some JB Kwik and puts some on each side of the nut where the holes in the sprocket are. We're hoping that will work as a locking agent to keep the nut from backing off. Since this is a prevailing torque type nut and the shaft is too short to allow it to work we have to come up with another method to secure it. The bike is put back together and off we ride to breakfast. The restaurant is only a few miles up the road and when we get to it the parking lot is full of folks with boats and float craft getting ready to go fishing on the Green River or on the reservoir. Steve checks the nut situation and says the JB Kwik isn't holding. We mix up another batch and this time make it a bit hotter and also surround the nut with this amazing substance. Steve slowly turns the wheel while the Kwik sets to keep it from dripping off. After a few minutes it sets and we go into eat and have a nice meal. After taking our time so the Kwik has a chance to really set we finish and pay. Steve checks the mixing paper and the leftover JB Kwik is firm. The repair looks good and we're confident we have a good opportunity to be thankful. A couple talk with us a bit about what we're doing and the guy seems kind of envious of the trip. They're getting ready to go on a 5 day float trip on the Green. That sounds pretty neat to me. They head off and Steve leads as we go to find Sheep Creek Canyon Geological Area. Steve was here once before with his son Jeff and remembers the area well. The road is paved and in great shape. The trees are near the road which is a real change from the past few days. As we come around a bend I'm stunned by the view. I stop to take a picture. Check out this site to see about what I saw. http://www.geo.uu.nl/fg/berendsen/pictures/photography/usa/Flaming-gorge. jpg My sister sent this site to my family when I told her I was going to Flaming Gorge from Wamsutter. Steve really knows how to lead a tour. We continue and the road is very twisty and nice. I stop again for a picture and Steve continues. I get going again after maybe 90 seconds and figure I'll catch him shortly. I come to an intersection and usually we wait at any intersection until the next guy in line sees us. Steve's not there but I wonder if I'm suppose to turn here or not. I wait for a minute or two and then think I see him maybe two miles further down the canyon. I pull out my binoculars and see him pull into a turn off. I ride down and he's waiting there for me. When we get to Sheep Creek Canyon he tells me to lead so I can pull over for any pictures I'd like to take. He's been here before so he'll just hang back and enjoy the ride. The road has some gravel and some torn up pavement. It's narrow and in a great area. The scenery here is well worth the time it takes from the rest of the trip. But since we don't really have a time table this is just frosting on the cake and an unexpected treat. I pull over at a marker and we walk up to see where Cleophas J. Dowd lived in a dug out from 1880 until he was murdered in 1898 while in his harness shop. His grave and those of his two children are a few rods from the marker. I ask Steve how long is a rod. He doesn't know. Then I ask a guy walking up to see the marker. He doesn't know either and then neither does his wife. Come to think of it I still don't know how long a rod is. We continue and I take another couple of pictures. The road begins to rise and starts switching back and forth. After a few miles I check the elevation on the GPS and we're well over 8,000 feet. When we finally exit the canyon and start toward Vernal, Utah I am again reminded how much I like high country. We can see snow on the distant peaks. Steve leads and we take 191 south. In Vernal we get directions to Walmart and head to that side of town. Steve asks if I'm interested in going to the dinosaur park. He's been there before so he's not gonna miss anything when I say not really. We head to Walmart and do two oil changes. On the way into the store I ask the auto techs if they take used oil. They tell me yes and I explain what we want to do. No problem I'm told. It takes a few minutes to buy 5 quarts of Rotella 15W/40 and a drain pan. Steve and I are both collecting oil samples to submit for analysis. Steve loosens the drain plug and I catch a sample of his oil. A few minutes later I've collected a sample of my oil and we are done with the oil changes. Neither of us change filters. I only have 965 miles on my oil but Steve has 1,240 miles on his. This is his second oil analysis sample on this trip as we collected a sample when he got to my house a week earlier. A technician gathers our used oil and we tell him to keep the drain pan and thank him. We head off and find lunch, fuel and the post office to mail the oil samples. Vernal to Moab, Utah Travel time: 7 hrs 31 mins Distance: 231 miles This is the total travel time. We stop after a few hours and camp With our chores completed we head out of town on smaller roads. The GPS amazes me as I lead us east and then south. I've never been to Vernal or this area before but I navigate with confidence. As we head further south the road gets a bit rougher and more remote. Finally we approach a projected turn and as I look for it I think I see the road on the other side of a wash. But it's not really there. We play with the GPSs for a few minutes and try to discover another way to continue this route. I think I've found one and we continue along. Finally we get to a fork with three options. I think it's the right fork so start up it. In less than 100 yards I know that's not the right road. I turn around and try the left road. Even quicker this time I know I'm on the wrong road. Up the middle we go and it quickly gets to be a switchback mountain type of road. The view from the top is nice and we stop for a minute or two. Then on we go, it's hot and sitting around isn't very comfortable. We turn left at the paved road and quickly discover the next turn isn't gonna happen. We continue and after a mile or two turn right into the oil fields. We ride past an active well and a pickup truck with a couple of cowboys who look like they've been hunting and we're on our way. The road is fast dirt and gravel. We make good time until we get to the Ouray Indian Reservation. At this point the land is clearly posted and specifically says NO MOTORCYCLES. We talk about it for a few minutes and decide to go over to an oil field building that looks occupied and ask for suggestions or advice. About the time we pull into the parking lot a truck rolls in and parks. We ask the driver about the posting and he says we're good as long as we stay on the road. But for sure don't go off. Then he asks about what we're doing and we have a good chat. He says he could send us from Flaming Gorge to Vernal on dirt if we wanted. We says thanks but that's behind us. But it starts an idea churning and Steve and I talk about it later. We say thanks for the help and he tells us to have a good journey. We ride onto the reservation and towards Ouray. The road is pretty fast and well maintained. The guy at the oil field building told us there is no fuel in Ouray. This was one of our tight fuel routes and we decide to take a chance on it. The Green River crosses 88 about 1/2 mile south of Ouray and we take a break there for a few minutes. Five or six trucks make the turn into the oil field at this intersection and the drivers seem friendly. We wave to them and they wave back as they go by. We walk to the river and take a look. It's not very impressive at this point although it is wide and there is lots of water going by. Back on the bikes we head south on 88. The temperature is close to 100 degrees and I'm running the fan on my bike to try to help it run a bit cooler when going less than maybe 45 mph. The paved road is in good condition and we follow it for maybe 15 miles. Then I think the GPS is telling me we need to turn right so that's what I do. We go for maybe 1/2 mile and I realize I'm wrong. We turn around and get back on the road we were on going in the same direction. This road is pretty well marked but turns to dirt and gravel and turns very rough. I keep leading and we are riding at maybe 30-35 mph. We're taking a beating but the faster we seem to go the less it hurts. We pass a few vehicles as we continue south. About 50 or 60 miles south of Vernal we come to the first overlook and pull over and take a look at the breath taking vista. I don't know as I've ever seen anything quite like this area. I'm sure glad we have a road to travel on as I'm looking at some very very rough country. After maybe 15 minutes we start riding again. We for sure aren't going to get to anywhere populated in the next 100 miles and I get to thinking that we should maybe try to find a campsite soon. I stop and ask Steve if he's ready to camp. I think he'd do about anything to get off this rough road for a while. He says pick a spot. I head off again and we get to a dip in the road and some really loose and deep sand. You can see where vehicles have wallowed through it. I stop and pick a line and then slip, slide and squirm my way through the deep loose sand. I stop 50 yards past the end of the sand and watch as Steve approaches it and works his way through much like I did. Maybe two or three miles up the road I see a path to the west that looks like it may go to a ridge. I turn around and point to it. Steve nods and I lead up this two track. After maybe 1/4 or 3/8 mile we are on the top of what becomes home for the night. Water will be an issue but we both have enough for tonight and most of tomorrow. In probably 15 minutes camp is set up and we're enjoying being off the bikes and checking out our new surroundings. I fire up the stove and we have a rice dinner. Steve and I are guessing we can only see maybe 300,000 to 500,000 acres when looking west. We finish eating and clean the cooking pot and eating gear. Then we chat a bit as we wait for what could possibly be a very nice sunset. We're not disappointed with the sunset and watch until it's over. Then we continue to watch for a bit and see what looks like security lights off quite a way. Since we can only see two sets of lights this set seems very bright. We talk about it a bit and then head to our tents for some much needed sleep. I wake at a few minutes after 3 in the morning and look out of my tent. I'd swear the lights are headlights and they're getting closer and moving cross country straight towards us. I finally get up and turn on my GPS and take a sighting of the lights and project a line where they might be coming from. It looks for the moment that it could be Santio Crossing about 9 miles away. Tonight, looking at my map on the computer I'm wondering if it wasn't the airfield at Sand Wash almost 28 miles away. Both are pretty close to my line of sight bearing. The next morning it's funny as I tell Steve about seeing the lights in the night and how I was sure they were coming closer. He said how he woke in the night and had the same feeling. So maybe I'm not crazy. : ) End of Day Five. Jeff Saline ABC # 4412 South Dakota Airmarshal Airheads Beemer Club www.airheads.org The Beautiful Black Hills of South Dakota 75 R90/6, 03 KLR650, 79 R100RT [Non-text portions of this message have been removed]

[michaeljtruel]

--- In DSN_KLR650@yahoogroups.com, Jeff Saline wrote:

> > > see about what I saw.

. I pull over Note: A rod is 16.5 feet. Old school measurement. mt in OK

> at a marker and we walk up to see where Cleophas J. Dowd lived in a

dug

> out from 1880 until he was murdered in 1898 while in his harness

shop.

> His grave and those of his two children are a few rods from the

marker.

> I ask Steve how long is a rod. He doesn't know. Then I ask a guy > walking up to see the marker. He doesn't know either and then neither > does his wife. Come to think of it I still don't know how long a rod

is.

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[Jeff Saline]

----- Forwarded Message ----- Listers, Cedar Springs Campground to Sheep Creek Canyon Geological Area to Vernal, Utah Travel time: 2 hrs 26 mins Distance: 90 miles We've both had a good rest after using the nice facilities in this quiet campground. I wander down to brush my teeth using running water and come back to the campsite feeling pretty good. Steve and I strike camp and load our bikes. Steve thinks he knows a nice restaurant for breakfast before we head for a ride in the Sheep Creek Canyon Geological Area. About the time the bikes are loaded Steve says he's got a problem. I think he's serious. I go over to look and he points to his countershaft nut and it's totally off the countershaft. It's just laying against the plastic cover and has dirt inside the threads. We both make an exclamation and get busy making it right. Steve pulls the cover and I get my 1/2 inch drive breaker bar and socket from the tool bag. He gets the cover off and tries to start the nut. It won't thread onto the shaft. He wipes the dirt and grime from the nut and shaft and tries again. It still won't start. This isn't good. The nut has rattled around the shaft long enough that it's beat the threads in the end of the nut to a dull rounded form. He gives it a few more tries and I ask if I can play with it. He hands me the nut. Since it's not my bike the situation looks a bit different from my perspective. Steve has a pocket knife and I try to start new threads in the nut. It looks to me like it only needs about 1/2 the diameter of new threads and it'll start. I sit at the picnic table and scratch away. The knife blade is harder than the nut but it's not cutting very well. Then I remember Steve has a Leatherman with him. I ask for it and soon get a look at the tools available. There is an awl like blade that seems like it will fit the situation just fine. I suppose I scratch at the nut for 5-10 minutes, but it could have been hours. Slowly it seems like I'm making progress in getting a place for the nut threads to catch the threads of the shaft. Well, we have time as until the nut's on the shaft we aren't going anywhere. A few more minutes and I show the nut to Steve. I clean the threads of the shaft again and they look to me like they'll take the nut if the nut will take them. I bend down and try the nut. It seems to take. I use the socket in my hand to tighten the nut just a smidgen more. Then the socket on the breaker bar and the nuts screws onto the shaft. Steve and I high five and we're feeling pretty good. Steve steps on the rear brake pedal and I tighten the nut. I make it German which is Guttentight. Then Steve takes some JB Kwik and puts some on each side of the nut where the holes in the sprocket are. We're hoping that will work as a locking agent to keep the nut from backing off. Since this is a prevailing torque type nut and the shaft is too short to allow it to work we have to come up with another method to secure it. The bike is put back together and off we ride to breakfast. The restaurant is only a few miles up the road and when we get to it the parking lot is full of folks with boats and float craft getting ready to go fishing on the Green River or on the reservoir. Steve checks the nut situation and says the JB Kwik isn't holding. We mix up another batch and this time make it a bit hotter and also surround the nut with this amazing substance. Steve slowly turns the wheel while the Kwik sets to keep it from dripping off. After a few minutes it sets and we go into eat and have a nice meal. After taking our time so the Kwik has a chance to really set we finish and pay. Steve checks the mixing paper and the leftover JB Kwik is firm. The repair looks good and we're confident we have a good opportunity to be thankful. A couple talk with us a bit about what we're doing and the guy seems kind of envious of the trip. They're getting ready to go on a 5 day float trip on the Green. That sounds pretty neat to me. They head off and Steve leads as we go to find Sheep Creek Canyon Geological Area. Steve was here once before with his son Jeff and remembers the area well. The road is paved and in great shape. The trees are near the road which is a real change from the past few days. As we come around a bend I'm stunned by the view. I stop to take a picture. Check out this site to see about what I saw. http://www.geo.uu.nl/fg/berendsen/pictures/photography/usa/Flaming-gorge. jpg My sister sent this site to my family when I told her I was going to Flaming Gorge from Wamsutter. Steve really knows how to lead a tour. We continue and the road is very twisty and nice. I stop again for a picture and Steve continues. I get going again after maybe 90 seconds and figure I'll catch him shortly. I come to an intersection and usually we wait at any intersection until the next guy in line sees us. Steve's not there but I wonder if I'm suppose to turn here or not. I wait for a minute or two and then think I see him maybe two miles further down the canyon. I pull out my binoculars and see him pull into a turn off. I ride down and he's waiting there for me. When we get to Sheep Creek Canyon he tells me to lead so I can pull over for any pictures I'd like to take. He's been here before so he'll just hang back and enjoy the ride. The road has some gravel and some torn up pavement. It's narrow and in a great area. The scenery here is well worth the time it takes from the rest of the trip. But since we don't really have a time table this is just frosting on the cake and an unexpected treat. I pull over at a marker and we walk up to see where Cleophas J. Dowd lived in a dug out from 1880 until he was murdered in 1898 while in his harness shop. His grave and those of his two children are a few rods from the marker. I ask Steve how long is a rod. He doesn't know. Then I ask a guy walking up to see the marker. He doesn't know either and then neither does his wife. Come to think of it I still don't know how long a rod is. We continue and I take another couple of pictures. The road begins to rise and starts switching back and forth. After a few miles I check the elevation on the GPS and we're well over 8,000 feet. When we finally exit the canyon and start toward Vernal, Utah I am again reminded how much I like high country. We can see snow on the distant peaks. Steve leads and we take 191 south. In Vernal we get directions to Walmart and head to that side of town. Steve asks if I'm interested in going to the dinosaur park. He's been there before so he's not gonna miss anything when I say not really. We head to Walmart and do two oil changes. On the way into the store I ask the auto techs if they take used oil. They tell me yes and I explain what we want to do. No problem I'm told. It takes a few minutes to buy 5 quarts of Rotella 15W/40 and a drain pan. Steve and I are both collecting oil samples to submit for analysis. Steve loosens the drain plug and I catch a sample of his oil. A few minutes later I've collected a sample of my oil and we are done with the oil changes. Neither of us change filters. I only have 965 miles on my oil but Steve has 1,240 miles on his. This is his second oil analysis sample on this trip as we collected a sample when he got to my house a week earlier. A technician gathers our used oil and we tell him to keep the drain pan and thank him. We head off and find lunch, fuel and the post office to mail the oil samples. Vernal to Moab, Utah Travel time: 7 hrs 31 mins Distance: 231 miles This is the total travel time. We stop after a few hours and camp With our chores completed we head out of town on smaller roads. The GPS amazes me as I lead us east and then south. I've never been to Vernal or this area before but I navigate with confidence. As we head further south the road gets a bit rougher and more remote. Finally we approach a projected turn and as I look for it I think I see the road on the other side of a wash. But it's not really there. We play with the GPSs for a few minutes and try to discover another way to continue this route. I think I've found one and we continue along. Finally we get to a fork with three options. I think it's the right fork so start up it. In less than 100 yards I know that's not the right road. I turn around and try the left road. Even quicker this time I know I'm on the wrong road. Up the middle we go and it quickly gets to be a switchback mountain type of road. The view from the top is nice and we stop for a minute or two. Then on we go, it's hot and sitting around isn't very comfortable. We turn left at the paved road and quickly discover the next turn isn't gonna happen. We continue and after a mile or two turn right into the oil fields. We ride past an active well and a pickup truck with a couple of cowboys who look like they've been hunting and we're on our way. The road is fast dirt and gravel. We make good time until we get to the Ouray Indian Reservation. At this point the land is clearly posted and specifically says NO MOTORCYCLES. We talk about it for a few minutes and decide to go over to an oil field building that looks occupied and ask for suggestions or advice. About the time we pull into the parking lot a truck rolls in and parks. We ask the driver about the posting and he says we're good as long as we stay on the road. But for sure don't go off. Then he asks about what we're doing and we have a good chat. He says he could send us from Flaming Gorge to Vernal on dirt if we wanted. We says thanks but that's behind us. But it starts an idea churning and Steve and I talk about it later. We say thanks for the help and he tells us to have a good journey. We ride onto the reservation and towards Ouray. The road is pretty fast and well maintained. The guy at the oil field building told us there is no fuel in Ouray. This was one of our tight fuel routes and we decide to take a chance on it. The Green River crosses 88 about 1/2 mile south of Ouray and we take a break there for a few minutes. Five or six trucks make the turn into the oil field at this intersection and the drivers seem friendly. We wave to them and they wave back as they go by. We walk to the river and take a look. It's not very impressive at this point although it is wide and there is lots of water going by. Back on the bikes we head south on 88. The temperature is close to 100 degrees and I'm running the fan on my bike to try to help it run a bit cooler when going less than maybe 45 mph. The paved road is in good condition and we follow it for maybe 15 miles. Then I think the GPS is telling me we need to turn right so that's what I do. We go for maybe 1/2 mile and I realize I'm wrong. We turn around and get back on the road we were on going in the same direction. This road is pretty well marked but turns to dirt and gravel and turns very rough. I keep leading and we are riding at maybe 30-35 mph. We're taking a beating but the faster we seem to go the less it hurts. We pass a few vehicles as we continue south. About 50 or 60 miles south of Vernal we come to the first overlook and pull over and take a look at the breath taking vista. I don't know as I've ever seen anything quite like this area. I'm sure glad we have a road to travel on as I'm looking at some very very rough country. After maybe 15 minutes we start riding again. We for sure aren't going to get to anywhere populated in the next 100 miles and I get to thinking that we should maybe try to find a campsite soon. I stop and ask Steve if he's ready to camp. I think he'd do about anything to get off this rough road for a while. He says pick a spot. I head off again and we get to a dip in the road and some really loose and deep sand. You can see where vehicles have wallowed through it. I stop and pick a line and then slip, slide and squirm my way through the deep loose sand. I stop 50 yards past the end of the sand and watch as Steve approaches it and works his way through much like I did. Maybe two or three miles up the road I see a path to the west that looks like it may go to a ridge. I turn around and point to it. Steve nods and I lead up this two track. After maybe 1/4 or 3/8 mile we are on the top of what becomes home for the night. Water will be an issue but we both have enough for tonight and most of tomorrow. In probably 15 minutes camp is set up and we're enjoying being off the bikes and checking out our new surroundings. I fire up the stove and we have a rice dinner. Steve and I are guessing we can only see maybe 300,000 to 500,000 acres when looking west. We finish eating and clean the cooking pot and eating gear. Then we chat a bit as we wait for what could possibly be a very nice sunset. We're not disappointed with the sunset and watch until it's over. Then we continue to watch for a bit and see what looks like security lights off quite a way. Since we can only see two sets of lights this set seems very bright. We talk about it a bit and then head to our tents for some much needed sleep. I wake at a few minutes after 3 in the morning and look out of my tent. I'd swear the lights are headlights and they're getting closer and moving cross country straight towards us. I finally get up and turn on my GPS and take a sighting of the lights and project a line where they might be coming from. It looks for the moment that it could be Santio Crossing about 9 miles away. Tonight, looking at my map on the computer I'm wondering if it wasn't the airfield at Sand Wash almost 28 miles away. Both are pretty close to my line of sight bearing. The next morning it's funny as I tell Steve about seeing the lights in the night and how I was sure they were coming closer. He said how he woke in the night and had the same feeling. So maybe I'm not crazy. : ) End of Day Five. Jeff Saline ABC # 4412 South Dakota Airmarshal Airheads Beemer Club www.airheads.org The Beautiful Black Hills of South Dakota 75 R90/6, 03 KLR650, 79 R100RT . . ____________________________________________________________ 53 Year Old Mom Looks 33 The Stunning Results of Her Wrinkle Trick Has Botox Doctors Worried http://thirdpartyoffers.juno.com/TGL3141/4f197e0a90a4d19e87fst05vuc [Non-text portions of this message have been removed]

[Kevin Powers]

On Thu, Jan 19, 2012 at 10:20 PM, Jeff Saline wrote:

> ** > I pull over at a marker and we walk up to see where Cleophas J. Dowd lived > in a dugout from 1880 until he was murdered in 1898 while in his harness > shop. His grave and those of his two children are a few rods from the > marker.I ask Steve how long is a rod. He doesn't know. Then I ask a guy > walking up to see the marker. He doesn't know either and then neither does > his wife. Come to think of it I still don't know how long a rod is. >

One rod equals 16.5 feet. Enjoying the ride, keep it coming. -- Kevin Powers White Bear Lake, MN [Non-text portions of this message have been removed]

[Jud]

--- In DSN_KLR650@yahoogroups.com, Jeff Saline wrote:

> His grave and those of his two children are a few rods from the marker. > I ask Steve how long is a rod. He doesn't know. Then I ask a guy > walking up to see the marker. He doesn't know either and then neither > does his wife. Come to think of it I still don't know how long a rod is.

A rod is 1/40 of a furlong, or 1/4 of a chain.

[John Biccum]

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