WITH SUMMER barreling on, I need to get on the road to Manicouagan yesterday! Just too many things going on at one time, you know what that’s like.
If I can’t get saddled up and out of Dodge in the next two weeks, I’m going to have to plan on shipping an untested motorcycle to South America in the fall. Which sounds like, you know, even just on the face of it, a bad idea.
The DR650 piglet is about ready for wilderness travel. I haven’t rigged up any electrics yet, for charging devices. But I’m not sure it matters; there’s no cellphone reception or WiFi where I hope to be.
With side cases, top box and the double-big gas tank, the piglet looks as heavy laden as a pack animal. I’ve been calling her the pack piglet, maybe that’ll be the name that sticks. As The Dude would have it, I suppose the pack piglet might answer to The Packer, Her Packness, La Packerina if you’re not into the whole brevity thing.
She’s put together economically. I don’t know if she’s coming home at the end of our journey to the bottom of the world or what, so I don’t want to sink too much money into her. You can easily blow $2,000 on racks and cases. I put together this mix-&-match setup for $650.
I’ve started due diligence on the medical prep. Got a typhoid shot and the first of three for rabies. This week I’ll get the first of three for Hep A and Hep B.
Had a blood test to find out whether I’ve really had all the usual childhood diseases, measles mumps rubella, yeah yeah, blah blah, bleasles blumps blahbella, all those bugs.
The aft view, a little beamy. Heavy laden, yeah, but it’s all relative. The piglet’s half the bike compared to the iron piggy, has half the motor, I don’t expect her to haul more than half the gear. That, I presume, promises to portend that packing the pack piglet is purely a puzzler of ponderous proportions. Puh!
The crater, that 40-mile-wide ring of water at the center left, is a fair turnaround point for test purposes. If the packer’s running well, though, I’ll be tempted to continue east and north, pop out somewhere around the top-right corner of the map, on the Atlantic coast north of Newfoundland island.
I’ll plan to go prepared for both heat and cold. One day last month the high in Cartwright, NL was 41 degrees Fahrenheit. Here in Little Rhody it was more like 90.
Tony DePaul, August 2, 2015, Cranston, Rhode Island, USA