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The Three Flags Classic: Day 4

Day 4 was a grand day on our 2005 Three Flags Classic adventure!  Before you get into it, and if you haven’t read the first three days, you might want to catch up by reading our prior blog posts here:

The 2005 Three Flags Classic Rally:  the Intro!

The Three Flags Classic:  Day 1

The Three Flags Classic:  Day 2

The Three Flags Classic:  Day 3

On to Day 4!

Day 4 of the 2005 Three Flags Classic. We started in Driggs, Idaho, and we stopped to spend that night in Whitefish, Montana.

I did a dumb thing on the 2005 Three Flags Classic.   Well, actually, I did it about a week before.  In those days, I was using my Triumph Daytona as a daily commuter, and on the way into work one day, I had picked up a nail in my rear tire.   The tire didn’t go flat right away.  Nope, we had to make a trip to China Lake later that morning, I rode my Daytona there from the San Bernardino area, and the tire decided to go flat in China Lake.  It was a lucky break for me.  There’s a lot of nothing on Highway 395 in the Mojave Desert, and the Daytona had the good manners to go flat once we were in town.

Fortunately, there was an independent motorcycle repair shop in China Lake, and he plugged the tire for me.  The Daytona ran tubeless tires, and pulling the nail and plugging the tire was no big deal.   That’s where I screwed up.  I should have replaced the tire, but I didn’t, and it was just one week later that we were off on the Three Flags Classic.

Well, that morning in Driggs, Idaho when I mounted the Triumph and pushed it back, it wouldn’t budge.   That’s when the coffee kicked in and I realized the bike wasn’t leaning as much as it should on the sidestand.  Uh oh, I thought.  I got off the bike, and sure enough, the rear tire was flatter than day-old beer.  It was cold that morning, and I was looking forward to getting on the road and feeling the glow from my Gerbing electric vest.   What was I thinking, I thought.  It was at that moment that I realized that leaving home with a plugged tire had been a dumb move.

Marty had one of those little electrical compressors you attach to your motorcycle battery, so we hooked everything up.   Damn, those things take a  long time.  I’ll bet we sat there for a good 20 minutes, before the sun came up, with Marty’s BMW idling and that very noisy little electric pump banging away.  It took that long to get the tire inflated, and I pumped it up to 45 psi reckoning that I would need to either find a new tire or pump it up again most rickety scosh.

I guess I had done okay (or rather, the Triumph’s rear tire had) until I started taking some of the sweepers at high speed the day before in Idaho. A couple of Three Flags riders on FJRs passed me, and we played cat and mouse with those guys for a while.  We took the turns at high speed, which probably flexed the tires more than the usual amount, and that most likely loosened the plug that had been installed in China Lake.

We were on our way after pumping up my flat in Driggs, and when we stopped at a gas station somewhere later that morning I found that the pressure had dropped to about 20 psi. So, I plugged the thing again.   The new plug would hold all the way to Calgary, and that was a good thing, because I didn’t see another motorcycle shop until we reached that destination.   I wised up and bought a new tire in Calgary, but that’s a story for the next blog in this series.

This is the gas station in Idaho where I re-plugged my rear tire. And it worked. While we were there, a kid pulled up in a yellow dune buggy. We had an interesting conversation and then we were back on the road.
Breakfast in Ennis.

The next day took us into Wyoming.  Wyoming had magnificent scenery.  We stopped at a bunch of great locations to take it all in.  The best parts, for me, were the riding, the photography, and the interesting folks we met along the way who were also riding the 2005 Three Flags Classic.  The oldest rider in this event was 89 years old. He received a standing ovation at the banquet a couple of nights later in Calgary. The youngest was 17 years old.

I took this picture somewhere in Wyoming. This is John and Joyce, married 45 years. They rode in from Virginia to participate, each on their own motorcycle. They won the award for the longest distance traveled to participate in the Three Flags Classic.

We stopped for lunch in Jackson Hole, Wyoming.    It was touristy as hell.  It had some great photo ops, but the prices were crazy and the traffic matched the prices.   I’d never been there before, so I was glad to make the stop for bragging rights.   But (trust me on this) Jackson Hole is not the real Wyoming.

This is Jackson Hole, a tourist town, but with good eats. We had a great Mexican dinner there. The arch is made out of real antlers, and there are four arches like this at the corners of the town square.
A door handle on one of the many art galleries in Jackson Hole.

Later that day and we rode into Montana.  Montana is another beautiful state. In fact, the scenery on the entire trip was unbelievable. We also saw a lot of game. I saw an entire herd of deer in Montana.

It was getting very cold. I was glad I was riding the Triumph, and I was glad I had that Gerbing electric vest. The Triumph threw off a lot of engine heat, which is not a good thing in the summertime, but it was wonderful in the cold weather. And, that electric vest was heavenly.

Later that day, we hit the checkpoint in Missoula, Montana.  It was good to stop for a while and chat with the other riders.   Here are several photos from that checkpoint…

Good buddy Bob’s RT-P BMW at the checkpoint in Missoula, Montana.   These are amazing machines. Bob can ride any motorcycle he chooses (he owns a BMW dealership, Brown BMW in Pomona, California), and this is his weapon of choice.
Bob’s route card. When I wrote The Complete Book of Police and Military Motorcycles a few years ago, I learned a lot about these police Beemers. They are impressive machines. Two batteries, a stronger alternator, an oil cooler, and ABS braking. Plus the normal BMW niceties, like heated handgrips.
This Gold Wing is actually one of the oldest bikes in the event. We spoke with the rider for a bit, and he told us that this bike is on its fourth engine.
Check out the mileage on this Canadian Gold Wing! 900,000 kilometers! That’s well over a half million miles!
Carl and his beautiful K1200LT BMW at the checkpoint in Missoula.
This rider and his wife flew in from the Netherlands to participate in the Three Flags Classic. He had never been to Mexico, Canada, or the United States. A friend let him borrow this yellow DL1000 Suzuki. Like all of us, he and his wife were having a grand time.
An older airhead BMW boxer twin.
One of the FJR riders. The FJR is a very impressive machine.

That night, we stayed in Whitefish, Montana, just south of the Canadian border. We walked into town from our hotel and found a microbrewery, and  we had a fabulous dinner.   Whitefish is a cool town.   We walked around a bit and then called it night.  The next morning we would ride in Canada on Day 5 of the 2005 Three Flags Classic!


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