Got started this morning at around 7:30 (yes, we wanted to get going at 6:30) and continued down I90. Our goal was Dickinson ND, a butt-busting 615 miles away. About 30 miles out of town, we were cruising along at 80mph when I heard a loud POP! and the engine rpm raised as the bike slowed. I quickly pulled in the clutch and chopped the throttle, jabbed on the turn signal and coasted to a stop by the side of the road.
I really thought I’d blown 6th gear or something horredous. Fortunately, I’d just lost a masterlink. Mike ran back and picked up the chain from the middle of the road. We surveyed the damage, one chain guard gave its life to save the case and assorted other tender fragile components, and that was it. Whew! After locating a new masterlink, we were back together and ready to ride. We’ll keep a close eye on the link, and hopefully find an open shop in the next few days where we can get a pressed link installed.
We’d lost some time, and by 7pm we were still 100 miles from our target. I was getting tired and was at the point of telling myself stories to stay alert (Chronicles of Narnia, The Lion The Witch and the Wardrobe, but don’t tell anyone, okay??), when Mike signaled and took the exit for Miles City.
So, here we are in a Motel 6 in pretty little Miles City. Not as far as we wanted to be, but happy healthy and ready to roll again tomorrow.