The ride from Coldfoot to Fairbanks was very enjoyable; it was still quite hot but not excruciating like the day before. We got a good night’s rest, so we were ready to finish this day off strong and complete the Dalton Hwy.
|Looking back toward Coldfoot|
|Red Carpet Treatment at the Arctic Circle|
Ever since we had left Prudhoe bay, we have been playing leap frog with a van full of tourists...they all flew up to Prudhoe bay and a tour guide drives them back. We began form a pretty good relationship with them. They all really liked the idea of a father-son riding together. They had passed us for a while in the morning then we caught back up with them and passed them we rode all the way down to the Arctic Circle boundary. We rested and took a break off the bikes there to get some more pics and rest our butts. Several minutes after stopping, the with all the tourists pulls up, they were very excited to see us and glad we made it. The guide to the tourists brought out what they called the "red carpet" she unrolled it in front of the Arctic Circle sign, and got pictures with everyone...then they were taking videos of the older couples dancing along the red carpet. When they were all finished with their pictures and videos, they invited my dad and I to roll the bikes over the carpet and get our pictures taken there. It was very kind of them, and we got several good pics in front of the sign.
|Even the tourists from the touring company got in on the action|
|Only 174 miles to Fairbanks|
|Animal bike collision|
On our way back to the Yukon River crossing, something very odd and also very funny happened. We were on a long straight away so we were able to pick up the pace for a little bit...then the unexpected happened, a small bird somehow managed to fly just behind my dad's bike, and hit me right in the crotch...going about 60 miles an hour. The pain was excruciating...I'm very surprised that I didn't dump the bike at that moment, I managed to pull over safely and let the throbbing calm down before we went on...poor bird dying from fling into my crotch...what a depressing way to die.
|This bird struck Johann in the crotch... It didn't feel good for either one of them|
|Giant hamburger at the Hot Spot Cafe|
|Nearly off the Dalton|
|One last hurrah before we leave|
|Dirty Deeds doen dirt cheap|
|GrizzLee's triple brown limited edition GSA|
We made the last 100 mile stretch back to Fairbanks rather quickly...it was really nice since it was later in the day, so it started cooling off.
|Baked on calcium chloride... yummm!!|
We made it back to Fairbanks and my dad really wanted to wash the bikes...so we went to a local car wash (one that was very close to the university) and sprayed off the bikes...my dad was being quite aggressive with the pressure washer and managed to get a lot of the dirt off the bikes. One major problem though...my dad's bike, Gretchen, is scared of water. He tried starting it up and it wouldn't start, he got very worried then...we pushed his bike out of the stall and around the corner. We decided that I ride the Dakar (which started up perfectly by the way) back up to the University parking lot, and then I would come back and carry the gear out of the bike back up the university. This was a long process, but we made it happen. We got checked into our room, and almost immediately my dad started looking for places that would run a diagnostics check on the bike. The next day, my dad rode down to the local Harley Davidson dealership to get his bike fixed...it took several hours, but we got it done and the bike was back up and running again.
|Somewhere between Delta Junction and Tok|
|A touring group from MotoQuest|
|The support vehicle known as Jethro|
|Yep, that's his name.. Cool|
|The Tanana River|
|$0 miles before Tok we came across a major fire.|
|We noticed oil leaking from the Dakar|
|Fortunately it was only built up mud that absorbed the oil|
Johann went to work to clean it up.
Until Next Time....