How to get your bike hit

Park it in the middle of the road like this - really hog up as much of that blacktop as you can.  That way, a car has no choice but to knock off a hand guard and break your clutch lever.

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Trexler Game Preserve

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Darby Free Library

Micro ADV leg one

Trip approval 8AM.

After a stop at Kent's, Don and Barb's, and Melinda's (including an accidental loop from Doylestown back to Quakertown), I headed north on the turnpike - where at speed, my right side mirror worked its way loose.
At a gas stop just north of Hazleton at 93 and 81, I consulted the map and found 239, which seemed to be a nice twisty relatively direct route to Muncy.  239 winds thru farmlands in the shadow of the Berwick nuke plant.
Arrived at Grizzly in Muncy to find the tent sale over and not long before closing.  A guy approached me in the parking lot about the Vee, which led to a chat about the metric wrenches inside (I couldn't find them), and Renovo, which, according to this helpful stranger had a place called "Yesterday's", with good food and cheap rooms.  With about an hour of daylight left, and new wrenches and a secure mirror, I headed west.
Arrived in Renovo in the dark.  GPS found "Yesterday's," but thought it was in a residential area.  After looping around a block which did NOT contain a hotel, I kept heading west in the dark figuring I'd find something eventually.  Happily, at the edge of town, right on the main road, was "Yesterday's."
Room 214 booked for $50.
Unloaded the bike, changed, and headed to the restaurant for some chicken parm.  Tired and head-achey, I went to the room and fell asleep watching TV.

Yesterday's Room 214

 

Retro (original) Room 214 bathroom

 

Vee in Yesterday's lot, Renovo

 

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Micro Adventure Leg 2

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Loop one

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Tag grab?

Google Maps Biker

Huh...

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ADV tag - Trolley Car Diner, Philly

Tag Drop

Hellertaggin'

40.35.05.21N 75.20.36.39W

Hellertown Democratic Club - won

More taggin'

40.31.08.50N 75.31.38.47W
Blackman's - the drop

40.51.55.33N 75.34.06.29W
Homestead Tree Farm, Strohl's Valley Rd, off 209 near Beltzville Lake.
Won

Tag Drop: Topton, PA

40.29.47.25N 75.41.55.64W
Droppin' in Topton

Some old church

40*57' 53.54N 75* 45' 47.47W

Another ADV tag - won this one.

Flaming Vee update

The plastic guard screw loosens, allowing the the guard to rotate into the pipe.
Here's where it should be - holding the brake line AWAY from the pipe.

A cooked brake line.

... and a dumped bike.

On fire.... again @#$%^!!!

Last fall, "moto weekend" (a planned trip to Skyline Drive thru Virginia) survived a last minute riding partner bail-out and dark skies and light rain. I lost the back brake an hour from home near Reading, PA. Still undaunted, I called work and had Steph google me the closest Suzuki dealerships and entered them in my GPS. Limping in to a dealer near Hamburg, PA, I finally conceded defeat and headed home. They didn't have parts in stock anyway.

Today while riding around Boyertown/ Pottstown, I was trying to find a big dealership (can't remember the name, but I know I'd been there). Sure enough, there in my GPS are two Suzuki moto dealers, so I plotted a course and headed for the first one. When I hit rt222, I knew I plotted the wrong one, but I was only a few miles from Hamburg, so I pushed on. Back brakes died pulling into the first one, which was "closed for business." Onward to the second dealer - I limped into that same dealership from last fall with no back brake at all. Curious as to where the leak was, I pushed the pedal, heard a squirt, and caught the bike on fire.

Apparently the back brake line is perilously close to the rear pipe, and the leak directed fluid right onto it, which somehow caught a plastic guide on fire.
Hurried into the dealership to ask for a bucket of water because my bike was on fire out front. After what seemed like FAR too long given the circumstance, the dealer guy reappeared with a bucket, which did the job.

Needless to say, they don't stock the part.

I disconnected the pedal to avoid more squirting and zip-tied the burst line to the frame away from the hot rear cylinder exhaust pipe. With a strange sense of deja vu, I rode home from the Suzuki dealer in Hamburg with no back brakes and screwed up riding plans.

Stainless steel Galfer lines on order from Blackman's.