Oh yes I forgot about that. Needless to say that JB insisted McSack to play with his wire from there on in until we bypassed the clutch switch in SteytlervilleIt is certainly a trip we will cherish for a long time.
Porra forgot mention how we nearly had a little drizz together after the 3 punctures leading to Die Hel. It was already dark and we were proper tired when a momentary lapse in concentration on my part had me park my bike in a rocky drainage sloot next to the badly eroded switchback.
In his haste to stop and assist me before I moered over, Norbs managed a little "sidestand incident" of his own and then JB wouldn't start. Really thought we were going to have to sleep right there.
Then a big fat moon rose over the mountains behind us and with a bit of jiggling of the clutch switch cable that little DRZ fired up with the sweetest braaap I have ever heard in my life.
Moments like that bond us in some unexplainable way. It is a moment I will never forget.