I got about another mile down the road before I had to pull off again. This time I found a farm with some folks working in a nice garage. I pulled in and asked if they could help. We pushed the bike into the garage and pulled the rear tire off in hopes that we could patch the inner tube. The result was even more disturbing
. The inner tube had disintegrated and was in pieces. By this time it was about 5 PM on a Sunday and Monday was a Canadian holiday (not sure what holiday. Perhaps someone can tell me.). With little else to do I found my emergency road service account and called them.. They dispatched a tow truck that would take me across the boarder into Michigan so that I could find a bike shop to help.
The tow truck arrived about 7 PM and we loaded the bike up and headed toward the boarder. We made it across the boarder without incident and found the Kawasaki Dealer in Port Huron. We unloaded the bike and secured it as best we could. This WAS NOT a good part of town. Little did I know that it was just the beginning..
I did a search on my GPS and found a motel about 1/10th of a mile down the road. It was called the Elmcourt Motel. I tell you the name so that you never ever go near it. I managed to get a room and the driver helped me unload my stuff and stow it in the room (#12). I didn't investigate the room too much. It was not very nice but at this point I didn't care.... yet. By this time it was about 10 PM. I called Daniel to check on his status and he still hadn't made it to Ferndale. I decided I needed to find something to eat. I started walking to see if I could find something. I began walking and started to realize the neighborhood I was in. I passed one guy with a screwdriver trying to pry open a coin box in a car wash
. This got me thinking that I didn't choose wisely on my accommodations (not that I had much choice at this point). I finally found a Subway.about 2 miles away and ordered a sandwich and began the trek back to the hotel. I made it without incident but did hear gunshots along the way. I checked on the bike as I made my way back and it was OK so I went back to the room. By this time Daniel was on his way to the hotel to meet me. He thought I was joking I think when I described where I was. I took some pictures and will post them here. They really make the place look better than it was. I'm not sure what concerned me the most, the ratty dirty carpet or the dried blood stains on the floor of the bathroom. Now, I know I'm a biker and can put up with a lot but this was absolutely the worst place I have ever stayed...... this includes my trip to India many years ago. Anyway... Daniel showed up and we slept with one eye open all night. In spite of the the 3 additional gunshots we made it through the night, got up and began the next task of getting my bike repaired.
I've asked Daniel to join in and write about his day and travels. I hope you enjoy reading his entries as well.
We are still on the move. My friend Daniel Krehling from Pennsylvania joined me today. It was the day from hell. It started out fine with the nice breakfast and a great ride back toward the states. I got about 20 miles from the border in Canada and got off the highway to get some fuel and on a side road I ended up with a flat tire on the rear of my bike. What a hassle. I ended up knocking on a the door of the nearest house and the homeowner was really nice and helpful. He drug a compressor out of his barn and took it all the way to the road to help me get some air in my tire. We managed to get some air in it but it wasn't promising.