First full restoration in the new shop is officially on the lift. Books are now open but filling up quick. You think she’s pretty now... We plan to completely disassemble the entire machine and rebuild it back up to original condition. #staytuned ☠️ PlamWerks specializes In BMW Boxers from 1970 - 1995
To plan or not to plan. We crossed into Argentina at Paso San Francisco, for no particular reason other than it was the pass nearest to us. After a bevy of bike issues we were eager to get on with our trip. We didn’t research very much. We had one false start up some steeper and dustier roads than we desired. The bike died and failed to spark. So we turned around and pushed it back down to town. When the engine cooled it fired again and we rode cautiously most of the way. On our second attempt, we arrived at customs (still 150 km to the border) as they were closing. They would not let us pass. So we looked for a campsite, feeling adventurous we set out down a dirt road looking for a waterfall (in the desert!). But that road got so bad, I was spinning the back wheel through inches of dust and barely moving. I feared for my clutch. We pulled off and camped, foregoing the waterfall. Then we realized that we were at 3,880 meters, had climbed over 3,000 meters that day, and only had 3 altitude pills and half a bag of coca to get us through the night. I woke up at 3:30am with a throbbing headache, dry mouth, and intense insomnia (sure signs of altitude sickness). I drank as much water as I could stomach, stuffed my cheek with coca, and (with Diana’s permission) took the last pill. Fearing getting sick in the middle of nowhere, I eventually I drifted to sleep. The next day we crossed the border and realized that our little 70 mile escapade may have been foolish. It was still 250 km to the next gas station! For the first time, I thought maybe our giant gas tank wouldn’t be enough. From the border I coasted as much as I could and kept my rpms low to conserve gas. When we rolled into Fiambala my odometer read 376.6 miles. We had 1 gallon of fuel left to go. -N
Finally got some riding in over the weekend after a month-long hiatus. Stoked on the new mods: Ohlins FGRT216 forks and BM440 shock. The settings still need to be dialed in but the improvement over stock is astonishing. Looking forward to exploring this thing’s new capabilities. Track day, anyone?
If you really want to know it, put your life in its hands. In the flickering beam of its headlight, on its two wheels (the axle, bearings (both sets), hub, spokes, rim, tube, tire, and tread), between its asbestos brake shoes, right up against the spinning steel rotor, streaked with the grooves of time (with stories of each near miss, collision avoided, and steep hill maneuvered worn like a record into its surface), in its cylinders, hot enough to sizzle spit sometimes, and the plugs throwing sparks always on time into a cloud of gas vapors in a chamber built to withstand a billion explosions, in its carburetor mistifying fuel, and in every piece of steel, drop of oil, pack of grease. In every part you haven’t seen. Pick it up when it falls, fix it when it breaks, trust it when it fails you. Put your life in its hands enough times and you may discover that the ‘it’ you wanted to know is more than it is. -N