In typical CMG style what started out as a grandiose plan for a tour of northern Ontario, with a stopover in North Bay to watch Larry win the Vintage Road Racing Association’s final round, turned out to be a quick dash to do a quick test ride and help get Larry drunk so that he could quickly forget that he not only crashed in practice, but broke his ankle to boot!
The XR650L goes back a long way. Debuting in 1992, the 650 was a replacement for the XR600, with a bigger 644cc motor, and an electric starter.
Hopefully you’ve already read Mr. Lewis’s account of how he found the Buell Ulysses over the eight-week period that we had it in our possession. What we’re going to do in this part is recount how the bike stood up to an all the more rougher ride when I took it for a dual-sport day with Rally-Connex as well what I thought of it once back on the safety of pavement.
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Despite having only 68 kms left to ride, we still got up in the dark. I made my way down to the buffet – bacon and eggs, Pain au chocolat, fresh coffee. A breakfast of champions!
This was it – hopefully tonight I would be in Dakar. Both Sharon and my mom had flown in for the finish and were probably already there by now. The Special was a very short 225 kms – all I had to do was ride a total of 569 kms and it would all be over.
There were two more days to go and I just wanted it over. I was like an automaton: there was no happy, there was no sad. I was too tired for emotions anymore.
I had to get up at 4:30 am to make my start time for the 205 km liaison. I was actually starting to get used to waking up at these crazy hours. It was probably better that we started at that hour since we had to ride through the heart of the city Bamako.
I was woken up at 6:00 am by someone shaking my tent. It was one of the organizers and he said that the airplanes were leaving soon and that I needed to pack my tent before it was torn to pieces by the propwash.
Sometimes things can get lost at CMG (never noticed that myself – Ed. Emeritus Lorenzo), and the BMW K1200LT vs Honda Gold Wing comparo was one of them.