Some of my good friends in Georgia and North Carolina planned a group camp to replace the cancelled British rally this weekend. I packed up the Beemer and headed out on Thursday. Beautiful weather, though a bit too warm for my good riding pants. Toodling along on highway 68, almost to Tellico Plains, when GRRR. I coasted to a stop beside the road. After checking the lug nuts I tried to get going again. It goes into gear, but when the clutch is let out it grinds and goes nowhere. I can only guess that the rear U-joint is toast.
After a few very hot minutes by the roadside another rider showed up. He rode to a motorcycle shop which I had just passed but they had no way to tow the bike, so he rode off to the nearest wrecker service.
Before he returned a sheriff's deputy showed up and let me sit in his air-conditioned cruiser. He was worried that I might be dehydrated, but I was coherent though sweaty.
After a while my savior returned with some guys with a trailer to load up the disabled bike and haul it down the road to the place he was camping.
Hunt's Lodge is a nice little motorcycle campground. I spent the night there in a cabin and met some nice riders from Florida. The owner of the campground is a very nice lady with two friendly dogs and a pet duck who likes to nibble on bare toes. I had always wanted to spend a weekend at that place, just not this weekend.
Today I rented a Uhaul to bring the bike home. It took four of us to get it up the ramp, and I spent way too much on some tiedowns at NAPA.
Home now, but it might be quite some time before I even bother to remove the rear wheel to inspect the damage.