Woke up ready to go. All my clothes were dry and I had a solid night’s sleep. Grabbed a quick breakfast and chatted with some of the other residents. Sounds like a few of them got rained out from their camp site. Water in the tents and they were looking at packing up soaking wet gear. A little bit of a depressing thought if my gear was rained out. Little did I know, this would be the least of my worries.
Firing up the bike, I smelled smoke. Burning oil – but I figured it was just stuff on the exhaust from lubing the chain the night before in the wind. I limped out and headed for L’Anse aux Meadows. I soon realized there was something very wrong with Mendy. Power felt a bit down, but the kicker was the Gear indicator was sliding between 2nd, 3rd, and 4th gear without me doing anything. I assumed it might be electrical and kept an eye out for a good place to stop. Shortly after, she started to go into ‘neutral’ – light would come on and she would surge forward before going back into 2nd gear.
By the time I stopped, it was in the L’Anse aux Meadows Visitor Centre parking lot. As I got off the bike, I noticed that my exhaust was noticeably white. With a sick feeling in my stomach, I got off to look at the oil level window:
Fouled, I called Atlantic Motoplex and they confirmed that given my symptoms, I was dead in the water. I hoped I would be able to limp her closer to civilisation, but they said no – anything I did now was likely just to cause more damage and to get a tow truck ASAP. So, at 1:30pm Newfoundland Time – my motorcycle trip was over.
BCAA wasn’t a whole lot of help. They just acknowledged that I was in the middle of nowhere and asked where I wanted to go… The nearest dealership was Moncton, so that was probably the easiest. Even they suggested that getting it towed that distance was not a good idea, nor cost effective. So the next plan was to see if the towing company had any suggestions. Call was placed and I took a quick walk around L’Anse aux Meadows just to check things out.
Art depicting the circumnavigation of the globe by the human population:
Reconstruction of the viking houses:
Eventually I made it back to the Visitor Centre to wait for the tow vehicle. Two Garry’s came out to pick me up. Watching them put Mendy on a flatbed brought back memories of the first time she was carried off – and that poor guy had to do it by himself with locked steering.
Buckled down for the trip back to the local shop:
The trip back to the shop was more than a bit questionable. Quite bumpy and they only had 3 racheting straps. Not entirely secure as we bounced our way the short distance.
At the shop, we figured we had a few options to pursue:
- Tow/ship her as is to Moncton
- Box her up and ship her to Moncton/Vancouver
- Tow her to Corner Brook and rent a U-Haul and drive her back to Moncton myself
View of Western Brook shortly before dark. Just a touch of color on the mountains and the clouds where there was open sky.
We swung into the KOA and I packed up my stuff and loaded up the bike on the flatbed. Overall, it took us a bit longer than originally planned to get into Corner Brook. Which was okay, since the trucker I was to meet was still busy repairing a broken radiator.
They offered to drive me into town to find a hotel. I mentioned I was more than happy just to set up camp somewhere flat or a covered spot out of the rain. They directed me to a derelict truck and I called it a night.
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Sorry to hear about Mendy. I enjoyed checking your page every couple days for updates. An adventure of a life time. Hats off to you.