Rolling into Spokane the other day I had enough dead insects on the front of Ohms, as to make the front end sluggish when cornering.
This version of Ohms is ready for a 1k service, and on both
the Friday and Saturday before I arrived I called the Motor Company Outpost “Lone
Wildebeest” to schedule a service appointment. I never did get to talk to the “Service
Department”. I only got to speak to Gary, who’s job at the outpost is to answer
the phone and say that who you want to talk to will call you back.
The third time I spoke to Gary I was north bound on 195,
traveling about 60 mph, with a superior cellular signal. Gary told me he
remembered me calling and told me again that the service department would call
me back just as soon as they could, but they are terribly busy from sunup to sundown.
I was watching a Coopers Hawk, or it might have been a
Ferruginous hawk swoop down on something in the field next to the highway, and
that was very interesting, but I told Gary that I have called something like
three times now and all I get is nothing, and nothing is not helping to
schedule a service appointment but, Gary the voice on the phone is doing a
great job of placating potential customers.
Gary said he would look up placating and call me back, but he
never did, and I just figured that showing up at service on the next opening
would work better than calling, and that is just what I did after parking for the
night in the alley, and accumulating tree pollen and dust that all stuck to the
bugs.
Since I would not be riding for my stay in Spokane I left Ohms at the outpost for a few days, for a service and a bath. The service manager said he would call me when the job was done, but he never did, I just went and picked up Ohms before they would close for Sunday and Monday.
East bound out of Spokane there is only one road, and it is
the dreaded interstate I 90, that for a interstate is not all that bad of a
ride, as the traffic is light, with only a few trucks that get right around me.
Besides passing a few small towns I learn that the highway follows the old Milwaukee Railroad route
.And was the route of the famous Hiawatha passenger train.
Through here the rails are gone, The Milwaukee Road is just another fallen flag. The old roadbed is a rail to trail that you can ride your bike on.
Turning off the interstate at Saint Regis on highway 135 I
discovered a peaceful two-lane highway that follows the Clark Fork river, and
is crossed a few times by the tracks of the Montana Rail Link
A good day of traveling made better by a train!
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