Continuing home, but not in an urgent fashion, more on that later, I'm still a few days behind on this here trip report...
Woke up after a nice nights sleep, and had some time to do a bit more research on the BBS error. In most cases it seems it was related to water, or the unit itself dying, but in one case I found, a blown 15 amp fuse was the culprit. So first thing I did was check fuses on the bike, sure enough, there was a blown fuse. I replaced it and everything was back to normal, aside from the ODO reading ------. This is apparently a known issue when the ECu and Black Box ODO numbers are out of sync and requires a dealer to update things. No biggie, the miles are still logged.
So, no longer needing to head to the dealer, Blankpage took me to see a nearby lake before we headed to Essential Motorcycle Services when they opened at 10 to get a new tire.
He took the hyper for this ride and demonstrated that he in fact knows how to ride like a hooligan, my front wheel stayed on the ground sadly.
The lake was quite busy with everyone getting ready for a day on the water. Pretty spot to hang out.
We circled back and I loaded up my bike to head off to to the shop, and what a cool shop it was. I was the second person there so they wheeled my bike in and got to work. At Blankpage's suggestion, I got an oil change as well. We hung out for a bit and then I went to find coffee and Blankpage took off to enjoy the rest of the weekend. The closest place for coffee, McDonalds, was in fact closed and quickly decided walking for 10 minutes was a bit too far, so I turned back. By the time I got back the bike was done and ready to roll.
As luck would have it Towerrigger had dropped his bike off for work and was not far away and offered to meet for a meal. So I geared up and we went to a spot nearby for coffee (aaaah) and a meal, I got fish and chips one last time. And neglected to take any photos
After saying my goodbyes I headed to the border to see how long the crossing was, thankfully, only about 30 minutes or so. As I was waiting in line the bike got to temp and at the moment the fan should kick on the same symptoms returned. Hmm, must be the fan.. I killed the bike and just duck walked my way towards the border.
When I got to the agent, he asked what was wrong, I told him the bike has been to alaska and apparently overheats now. He looked over my passport and with a look of concern asked me what I was gonna do now. I told him I was heading home, but he clarified what was I gonna do about the bike. I told him it runs fine, just overheats sitting in traffic. He seemed relieved that I wasn't gonna block the crossing and sent my on my way.
I saw a sign for coffee not too far down the road and figured I'd try to sort this out. Stopped at a gas station and they had fuses so I bought a pack and replaced the blown fuse, confirming that the fan was the issue. Once the bike had cooled down I poked at the fan and sure enough, it was frozen. It broke loose but felt rough, so I assume the blade got stuck with all the dirt and the motor maybe fried or was corroded.
I figured maybe it'd work now, so I put everything back, finished my coffee and took off.
I took I-5 all the way to Seattle and it was smooth sailing until I hit stop and go traffic in north Seattle. At least his time the error was the fan, and not the black box, no blown fuse. I did have to pull off and let the bike cool off. I'd texted some friends who lived in Seattle earlier to see if they wanted to meet, and I texted them again while the bike was cooling off. They were home and only 15 minutes away, sweet. I fired the bike up and rode the shoulder with my hazards on, the navigated city streets to their place without overheating again.
They invited me up and offered me a beer. I mentioned I could only do one since I had to ride still, at which point they mentioned I was welcome to crash there. I thought about it and decided why not. So I unloaded the bike, found parking and they set me up with a towel to shower. We had beer and snacks and then I went with them to their commercial kitchen as they are starting a Lumpia business and were gonna try out selling on grubhub that Saturday. best part was I got to try all variations of the Lumpia, and which I'd been wanting to do since I heard they started doing this. It was fantastic.
After that they took me to a cigar club they are members of a few blocks away to wait on orders. Not a bad way to spend the evening.
Around 2:30am we called it and headed back to their place after I helped clean up and pack up in the kitchen. Just another fun, unplanned evening. I'll get home one of these days.