ScottRNelson
Adventure and Dual Sport
When your handlebar is too tough to bend, something else is likely to give instead.
I was leading a couple of other 650 dual sport riders through the back roads between Nevada City and Downieville, headed toward Sierra Buttes. My GPS was having problems guiding me through the section near Alleghany, so I used my paper National Geographic map to pick what looked like a direct route through to the road I wanted to be on.
Interestingly, the road we took is named "Hells Half Acre". After crossing Pliocene Ridge Rd, the second part of Hells Half Acre was quite narrow and didn't look like it was used very much, but what the heck, let's go see what's down there.
It turned into a steep, rough, rocky downhill made up of lots of loose rocks about three inches in diameter. At one extra steep part when I was trying to get the front wheel to steer left it went right and I dumped the bike. I probably could have saved it if it weighed about 100 pounds less or wasn't so tall, but I just sort of stepped off of it and was left standing next to the downed bike. Shut off the engine - one of the rare cases when I use the kill switch - turn off the key, start to pick it up. Ooh, those bars don't feel too solid anymore.
I couldn't tell exactly what had happened other than that the bars were no longer firmly attached. This is what had happened to them:
After taking the bar clamps all the way apart I could see that the force of the drop had broken off all four of the screw heads holding the larger ProTaper clamps to the original lower clamps. I don't think the ProTaper bar bent at all.
There was enough of the broken screws sticking up to hold things in place as long as I continued to push down rather than pull up. Heading back up that rocky road would have been difficult with unbroken bars, so I went very slowly down the rest of the way, which seemed like about half a mile, found paved roads back out, then rode it like that about 90 miles back home.
I guess it's things like that that turn a fairly normal ride into an "adventure".
I was leading a couple of other 650 dual sport riders through the back roads between Nevada City and Downieville, headed toward Sierra Buttes. My GPS was having problems guiding me through the section near Alleghany, so I used my paper National Geographic map to pick what looked like a direct route through to the road I wanted to be on.
Interestingly, the road we took is named "Hells Half Acre". After crossing Pliocene Ridge Rd, the second part of Hells Half Acre was quite narrow and didn't look like it was used very much, but what the heck, let's go see what's down there.
It turned into a steep, rough, rocky downhill made up of lots of loose rocks about three inches in diameter. At one extra steep part when I was trying to get the front wheel to steer left it went right and I dumped the bike. I probably could have saved it if it weighed about 100 pounds less or wasn't so tall, but I just sort of stepped off of it and was left standing next to the downed bike. Shut off the engine - one of the rare cases when I use the kill switch - turn off the key, start to pick it up. Ooh, those bars don't feel too solid anymore.
I couldn't tell exactly what had happened other than that the bars were no longer firmly attached. This is what had happened to them:
After taking the bar clamps all the way apart I could see that the force of the drop had broken off all four of the screw heads holding the larger ProTaper clamps to the original lower clamps. I don't think the ProTaper bar bent at all.
There was enough of the broken screws sticking up to hold things in place as long as I continued to push down rather than pull up. Heading back up that rocky road would have been difficult with unbroken bars, so I went very slowly down the rest of the way, which seemed like about half a mile, found paved roads back out, then rode it like that about 90 miles back home.
I guess it's things like that that turn a fairly normal ride into an "adventure".