I feel chatty at the moment. Go grab a growler. We are going to be here awhile.
The 1st weekend of the month was set aside for WARCAT maintenance. As you are all well aware I love to tinker w/things. Lately I’ve been attracted to wires. The dash lane change indicator keeps blinking (it’s been sporadically doing this for well over a year now – but usually only when it rains) and much to my delight this maddens Tracy. hee hee hee. I’m such a little jerk at times. After several attempts to find the short her and her buddy gave up. Electrical tape was applied to the constant blinking of the indicator. They called it the “WTF_Chuck Gnome Fix”. After the insults they then directed their attention to making a geocache out of this poor ol’ chap who was just trying to take care of his morning constitution.
Caught in the act!
And turned into a cache:
So much for getting any work done here today.
Hard work is rewarded w/an ice cold pint at a real local drinking establishment.
WARCAT has well over 120,500km on the frame so I refuse to take blame for parts that need to be replaced based on clicks. This part (seat bracket) was going to be welded and saved for a spare after the replacement but it was cracked all the way through.
Since Saturday was full of maintenance and garage mutterings, Sunday was a play-day up in the hills. One thing I like about Washington State is the mass quantities of forest service roads. By the time we reached the higher elevations it was snowing. The ‘long cut’ we found needs to be noted because it delivered us to that HQT place. Again. I swear Tracy could run for Mayor of this town … and win.
Hard to tell but it’s snowing.
Wish I could take credit for this:
March has surly made its presence known via the lion’s butthole. Rain. Rain. Rain. Rain. A ‘Random Ural into Work Day’ turned out to be one of the wettest days I think I’ve seen here yet. Over a gallon of water needed to be drained from the tub, all riding gear was soaked through and boots sprung a leak. This was a great cover story though because I flat out wet myself along the way. What’s a little gnome dew? We ended up stopping at a few breweries along the way and did some geocaching to make the mileage worth it. Oh, that other fuel can holder I broke finally got replaced.
Geocaching. In the rain. Total downpour. Nothing stops her! I swear!
Redhook Brewery, Woodinville
Black Raven Brewery, Redmond
Finally! March Moto Madness 2016, Pacific Northwest style, claims the 1st “event” of 2016! Tracy went to this even last year, this was before I blessed her w/my presence. I was kind of excited to see what this was all about. The sidecar windshield came off to allow for more packing space and the fairing was removed, due to the crack. It hasn’t been repaired yet and an event like this would surly resulted in a clean break all the way through. Glad she removed it. I already get blamed for enough as it is.
The plan was to meet Tracy’s friends (2 other Urals and a KLR) to convoy to an ORV park west of Olympia. Before we got there WARCAT died (idol needs to be adjusted). This, by itself, wouldn’t have been that big of a deal. You know how much I like electrical tinkerings?! I took out the electric starter this time … right at an intersection! Kick after kick after kick it finally starts. At least three light cycles got a show! After meeting up w/the muster … it was off to camp. The starter didn’t work then either. hee hee hee. I LOVE MY JOB!
All set up. Welcome to Camp Gulag!
rebelrider and Todd, w/the KLR, went into town for supplies. Tracy (GO.WARCAT) and Casty62 went geocaching (of course) and found a cool local tavern (of course). When everybody re-grouped Glazier was now part of the pack. Time for the night ride and smack talk after. Electric starter magically began working once camp was set up. PNWSuperbeast was also part of Camp Gulag but he was a MMM Volunteer. We didn’t see much of him at the event. I think he was avoiding me. Little did he know I sat on his rig in the middle of the night.
Already found a local establishment in town.
Glazier, AKA Orange Crush Mike, gets his Hack Monkey number!
Friday night lights! I think this was a beacon to guide these dorks back to the Gulag.
What ride did Tracy select for the day? The Geocahing Ride. Typical. The ride leader couldn’t be located so Tracy got nominated to lead the group. Lucky her. 9 bikes total (4 of them Urals) and 10 bodies. Brandie was brave enough to be Tracy’s hack monkey for the entire day. It was a decent ride; freeway to two lane roads, dirt, then trails and more dirt. Did they ever find the selected geocache? Nope. Something about no cache code or no internet signal or whatever. By this time I wanted out of the rain but nobody else did. Tough crowd. They even managed to find a trail that went up into the snow. Starter conked out a few times on this trip. Hee hee hee
No geocache yet but they we found snow!
On the way back to camp a geocache HAD to be located so they could indeed claim that they went on a “geocaching ride”. Once one was found in the town of Elma it was then off to find a celebration pints and a bite to eat. I, once again, had to stay outside because nobody trusts me these days … yet I’m left, unsupervised, alone, w/all of these bikes.
Determined to find a geocache!
After the scheduled ride was completed Glazer said; “I want to try something.” This was almost as legit as saying “hold my beer”! Another impromptu run back up the mountain side was underway. The hill that he wanted to climb up was no joke. The one KLR that we was with our group with took a dump and resulted in a busted foot peg. The 2006 maroon Tourist made it up the hill like it was its job. WARCAT is having carburetor issues so Tracy didn’t even attempt it. After some repairs, some whiskey and more smack talk, back to camp.
Being a jerk is hard work!
She is so weird!
KLR Todd gave me the ol’ salute because he was sure of the fact that I had something to do w/the busted foot peg.
The weather was pretty decent over the weekend. Some sprinkles here and there. Sunday it flat out poured. Tracy was up at 5am and her camp was tore down and packed up before it really started to come down. Hell! She was ready to roll before anybody even woke up! A Band-Aid was put over the constant blinking of the lane change indicator. It didn’t help.
During the great garage dry out two new cracks were discovered in the tub. I won’t take blame for this one because I do NOT ride in the tub seat. ZERO idea how this one occurred. Honest!
All in all GREAT weekend. It’s really the people who make these things worth wild. I mean, if you can’t have somebody to laugh with you’re really just laughing at yourself.
Remember that damaged fairing many (gnome) moons ago? Tracy finally got off her keester and attempted to get it patched back together. Where’s a good welder when you need it?! At the yard art factory!! That’s where! Tracy has been trying to find somebody to weld this thing for months now but nobody wanted to tackle it. Either it wasn’t a big enough job (that’s what she said) or they were too afraid to mess it up. On a hunch we swung into Joe’s Yard Art on the way home one afternoon. He inspected two of the cracks in the fairing and stated that they were just cracks in the paint. Shew. I don’t like getting the blame for the minor stuff. The other crack was pretty bad. The bracket was starting to punch all the way through the fairing. He simply put a bead on the bracket and smoothed out the crack in the front. Done. While Tracy was there she had him look at the cracks in the tub. He put a bead across those, too. Problem solved! Or at least problem ‘patched’. Charge? ZERO. He was so impressed w/the Ural that he did it for free! What a nice guy! Tracy still gave him American-cash-money-dollars for his help and promised to return to give him a sidecar ride soon.
Joe fixing the fairing:
Crack Repair ™:
WTF_Chuck Repairs w/a BFH:
With all the crap was out of the tub Joe was saddened to see all the rust at the bottom. Come to find out he’s a retired shipyard mate and had just the trick to take care of the mess. He used a ‘needle scabbler’ which provided low vibration action (SO MANY JOKES HERE!!) to rattle the rust away. Worked like a charm … but what a mess it made. Paint chips and chunks of rust everywhere!
The needle scabbler at work:
We ended up spending a lot of time at this shop. It was just a fun place to hang out.
This is Joe. Tracy says she meets some of the nicest people all because of this sidecar rig. I’m still wondering how in the hell I wound up in her presence?
After a few hours Casty62 put out the word that he was in the area. The magical word “pint” was uttered so away we went to meet for a quick one. He was just up the hill from where we were at so why not. Managed to worm in a little ride time later that day as well. The afternoon was actually sunny!
There was a bigger crowd around the Urals … and I drug myself across the Vett.
Finally! Finally somebody who smells worse than me!
Another WARCAT service. Tracy sure has a wonderful husband. He’s waving ‘hi’ to me in this photo.
HAIR OF THE DOG!
March 26th - ROUND TWO! The Completion of The Brewery Punch Cards! With an expiration date of 05Apr16 it was time to get on the stick w/completion. There were only 5 breweries left but they were spread out all over the place. With proper planning the card was completed and some fun was had along the way.
Everybody laughs at the sidecar until you’re able to help out a stranded motorcyclist by having extra fuel on hand.
We even met up w/SmellyGoatBoy! Check out how they foiled that pickup truck’s crappy park job:
The last brewery put us in the heart of Fremont. Lots to do and see in this area … and plenty of WeirdOs! A few minor rules (laws?) were broken to get that perfect shot. I told them to blame me if push came to shove. It normally turns out that way anyway. How do you think I got my name? This is my second time visiting the Lenin Statue.
Photo by Angela Lyons Photography
Photo by Angela Lyons Photography
:“He’s right behind me … isn’t he??”
Back to the fairing. Just like the fuel tank Tracy now needed to clean, prime, paint and clear coat everything. Good thing she had supplies left over from last summer’s repair! She kept swearing through the entire process. I’m assuming this repair wasn’t as ‘easy’ as the last one. I guess we are going somewhere this weekend so she needs all of this done by Thursday night. I wonder where we are going. She won’t tell me.
WARCAT upkeep is hard work! BEER ME!
Now Tracy is no painter and definitely no fabricator but check this out! Other than a little blemish you can hardly tell where the crack was. Color match is better in person. The photo just makes it look ultra clean.
Since she won’t tell me where we were going I thought I’d add more stress to the trip prep the only way I know how. Clutch cable? Nope. Don’t need that. Let me pucker with it! Nothing like some last minute repairs.
March was really a great month! So many beers, friends and so much more room for activities. Looks like I only have April left. Until then I still have time to flip some tables and continue to create havoc! Check you hosers in another month!