That absolutely sucks Martin!
Mostly because your adventure was stopped. Bummer.
However, if you get a brand new shiny ADV machine because of it........well, this whole bizarre story isn't over! Is it?
Sometimes sheer stubbornness is called for. I'll give you an example..........
A few years ago I headed to the mountains in Colorado for the soul purpose of actually meeting a bunch of guys who had waited FOREVER for their PDP Teneres to arrive at our shores. We all only knew each other from this forum, and we collaborated in angst like a bunch of men waiting on their next toy for MONTHS. That rally\event was more of a collective High-5 between 100 of us victors!
Anyways, the setting was majestic. It was right in the center of all the famous mountain passes that you are supposed to only ride "dirt bikes" on.
You've never seen so much pent up machismo!
I didn't have a clue which mountain pass was which, so I simply headed for the closest one.
I ATTACKED that dang mountain standing up and bashing rocks to the top.
I sat there for an hour or so and no other Teneres arrived. Out of 100?
I told myself that I must be the man!!!!
That evening I returned to camp and spun my story as I saw it to my brother, who had come with me to Colorado on his Vstrom. (He crashed about 300 feet up the first ascent and wisely spent the day enjoying the $million dollar highway)
Oh you should have heard how I told him. lol
He bit hook line and sinker and said Bro, you are the KING!
A few minutes later one of the other inmates came over to our camp and my brother bragged on me as he retold my story. (He did a very good job. And he truly believed his brother was The King!)
The gentleman let him finish and then said, "yea, there's a guy here from Illinois that did that same climb today with his wife on the back."
Huh?
That can NOT be true!
I'll try to shorten the story a bit.
They fetched that fella for me to meet him. And his amazing wife!
He is my friend to this day. And he has no idea how much impact on my life that he had because of his manner and humbleness. (And the fact he demoted me)
So what does this have to do with "Sometimes sheer stubbornness is called for"?
My adventure in Colorado could not be complete until I could regain my brothers admiration. I never heard him be so proud, even if it was but a fleeting moment. LOL
So, I called my wife. And I called my brothers wife. And I demanded that they both get permission for an immediate vacation. They asked "how long"?
I said get as much as you can and call me back.
We left our bikes in Albuquerque at a Yamaha dealership. (Good folks)
Flew home on an airplane and fetched the ladies.
Drove back up in a truck loaded with all the things the ladies would need for "camping out in the mountains"
My brother promised not to tell my precious wife what the REAL reason was for the sudden desire to have an awesome mountain vacation.
They were happy with "It's so wonderful here that we couldn't come home without sharing it with you."
We almost had the entire rally campground to ourselves. After all, the 100 Teneristas were all gone.
See where I'm going?
So she gets dressed in her pillion gear the first morning and mounts up for a nice little ride through the Rockies.
I climbed that dang hill again. This time with my wife on the back.
And as wonderful as that felt while I was sitting at 13,000 feet secretly enjoying overcoming the personal challenge, I had no idea that that moment would be dwarfed by the experiences of the next 2 weeks. Truly cherished memories.
So, I guess my point is you destroyed a perfectly fine Super Tenere
and most folks would let that be a sad ending chapter to your Adventure.
I say hogwash! Go get that African Twin and head back to that spot (600 miles from home) and finish this dang ride!
I for one would be perfectly happy if you would give us the skinny on that Honda.
Cheers Martin!
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Bruce