The whole reason I have a KLR 650 out here on the island, 800 miles from the nearest motorcycle dealership, is so I can ride it hard and do all my own repairs getting intimately familiar with the bike so I can do my dream ride in a few years, from the top of Alaska to the tip of South America, on a KLR, with confidence I can fix anything that breaks along the way. I've been from Alaska to Maine and back on bikes, and all points in between, so the north to south ride is the logical next step.
So I'm really bummed I'm stuck in my old beater truck with all this gorgeous weather we've been having - but I'm thrilled to be tearing the bike down, learning it from the inside out. And seeing that rock jutting out from the aluminum like it grew there just makes me smile - man, what a ride that was . . . . . . I EARNED that rock through the case . . . . . .