We took that 3rd day off to drive over to Gunnison and do some maintenance on the bikes. When we hit town for lunch I noticed a Husky dealer, so we stopped by there to see if they might have a shifter for mine. (What follows is the reason I sometimes hate motorcycle shops.) I waited in line behind a guy who was asking how to adjust a chain, and than asked if he could just bring the bike to them, have them show him. I asked the guy about a shift lever, he turned to the other counter and asked Bart if it was one of the Italian huskys. Bart said he had no idea it’s her bike. I told him yes it was. He never looked me again and told Bart that he didn’t carry parts for that bike. It was just so rude. Bart then asked the guy if we brought him the lever if he’d drill it and put a bolt in it so I wouldn’t have to work so hard to shift. He response was that he had a drill and a bolt. Not sure if that was a yes or not.
After that we went back to camp and I pulled the lever off the bike, we figured we would go to the KTM shop and see we could find one that might match. This time Bart just took the lever from me and dealt with them. Since they again, didn’t want to talk with me about it, these guys weren’t nearly as bad as that other guy, they were nice. I just got the impression they weren’t as comfortable with me as they were with Bart. I just don’t get it, they’ll spend 30 minutes talking with a dude about how to adjust a chain, but won’t answer questions about part from a girl. I can adjust a chain, remove a wheel, a change a tire, change my own oil and do a bunch of other things, but no I don’t warrant 5 minutes of their time….. Idiots. This is why I like dealerships that know me. I’m not treated like I don’t know anything. It was the same thing when I was in Alaska a week earlier and I decided to swing by their newest shop. I might as well been invisible, even when I tried to get their attention to ask if they had more gloves in the back. Anyway, that other shop in Gunnison at least tried to find a lever for it, and sent us to the shop to have them drill the hole for us. The kid who did it went way over board and didn’t want to charge us anything. That store I’ll give more business!!!
The next day of ridding was actually really fun. Good thing too, I am not sure if I’d had another rough day what I would have done…. Very likely I’d have gone home and sold all of my bikes. 😛 We rode up to Taylor lake reservoir it was just stunning. We rode up to the top of Cottonwood pass, then headed over to Tin cup pass. In all it was a great day for riding, not too hot. After Tin Cup we took an off shoot up a road leading to the Alpine Tunnel, It was a nice and scenic ride up and down. Perfect after our last ride, since I managed to not fall down, but had two close calls due to trying to catch air over some whoops. I didn’t see the deep water filled ditch on the other side until it was too late. At least I kept it up. 🙂
The rest of the ride was filled with great scenery and was really nice and peaceful until Bart decided to break the one rule that it unforgivable. Waiting at the next turn off for the last person. He didn’t wait for either Kelly or me, so we ended up back at camp hours before him. We were worried that something had happened to him, so we waited on the side of the road for awhile trying to reach him. Not cool. He had some BS excuse, I wasn’t buying it, about thinking we were right behind him.
This was the end of my riding for next couple of days. I booked it over to Denver the next day to drop off my race suit with Nate Butler to see if he could salvage the cluster that Pilot had made of a custom suit. (the rant can be found under the gear reviews) Then it was home to prep for a track day and racing over the wknd.
Not a bad way to spend a vacation.