Back in Algeciras, Hias and I took seperated ways, because our wallets are filled differently. I didn’t take the highway to save the expensive tolls and had my breaks at couch surfers and friends. My stops were in Alicante, Barcelona, Montpellier, Lyon and Freiburg. My tactics to send a couch request in a McDonald Free Wifi somewhere, taking the rest of the day’s stage and then again use wifi to check for the answers and get luckily a place to sleep for the night were surprisingly good. Thanks to all the couch surfers, who offered me a warm place to sleep! The only problem was actually the cold. It was really so bitter, bitter cold on the bike. I invented all possible positions in order to not fall as icy block off the machine. The method that came out on top, was to leave the left hand between the lower and upper thigh and wrap the right hand in layers. At the bottom of the hierarchy was the plastic bag, then the 3.99,- gas station „Flauschi“, surrounded by a thin one that I brought properly to tinker, followed by my motorcycle glove. Last but not least i pulled over all those my „grippy“ – a rubber glove – that i usually used for greasing the chain. But it turned out that it somehow triggered a reaction which made my hand freeze in even less time – or maybe it just strangled my blood. I can’t tell exactly, but my hands where purple blue in every case. This worked well, though I had to leave the road all 20 miles and lay my hands on the engine to get some feeling back in my fingers, but at least I made progress. Matters where complicated further by the fact that snowy, drizzly adverse wind covered my visor and compelled me constantly to wipe away the ice. So that’s how I drove the last stages – one-handed, shivering and visorwiping – did i arrive after 8 147 miles in Munich.
I dismantled my machine completely. After I have sweated blood and water to get some 23 years old screws and plug connections, which seemed almost impossible to loosen up without the entrainment of small japanese hands, I finally found the source of error. A broken CDI unit that has just passed away after 57.000 miles – statistically, they wander at miles counter 55.000 over the Jordan, because the bench presses on the contacts .. for sure honda has purposely designed it that way to top up their pocket money! I tried the companion twin CDI – they started – purred like a kitten – ordered new! YES, YES, YES! I also renewed the spark plugs, changed brake pads, oil and air filter plus i installed a vehicle socket for comfort. Sitting on his self repaired horse is fodder for the soul.
My Africa Twin XRV 650, known for their Paris-Dakar victories many years ago, will be my companion and hopefully never let me down.
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