SUNDAY-22
Unable to transport bike to a Harley dealer, the closest one is only 750 miles from here. JB needed to get started for home and not wanting him to ride these lonely backroads alone Jan left with him until the can get down to I-70 and part ways. Spent Sunday walking around Whitehorse, finishing the day with dinner (courtesy of Bruce) at a great little restaurant.
MONDAY-23
Monday morning Bruce and I were at the Yamaha dealer, recommended to us, twenty minutes before they opened to find ourselves fourth in line for the service writer. He quickly let us know that front wheel bearings for a Harley Street Glide were not in his parts inventory or anywhere in Whitehorse.
Rode in on the Greyhound
I'll be walkin' out if I go
I was just passin' through
Must be seven months or more
Ran out of time and money
Looks like they took my friends
Oh, Lord, I'm stuck in Lodi again
John Fogerty
Waited until after nine for some of the few Harley Dealers south of us in British Columbia Province to open and the phone calls started. Another forty-five minutes and the parts were found, they are currently being driven to an airport then flown to Whitehorse. Bruce may have wished he had saved the money spent on dinner for shipping costs. The service department assured us that if they came in as expected he would be a morning priority. FINGERS CROSSED!
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Greetings from the Valley of the Sun, and heat!! Though am sure you’d prefer to be riding, enjoy the cool temperatures. — Best wishes for Bruce’s motor repairs tomorrow. — Carla
You guys need a day or two to relax, plenty of road ahead. So why the name Whitehorse?? Enjoying little Ella today, asking for her Papa! xoxoxo from Ella
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