And we’re back

After spending the day focusing on writing these posts, prepping videos, and organizing photos we patiently wait for an update on my bike. From the moment I had dropped the R90 off at BMW, I went over the BMW Motorcycle Owners of America forum to reach out to their responsive community for any and all advice on what was happening with my bike. I did this in the off chance that if any hard to get parts were needed, maybe someone local might have them. I was given names and numbers to a few members in the area, of which, I had the pleasure of speaking with Mr Reams.

 

I explain my situation and that the bike is currently in Clem’s hands and Reams proceeds to tell me he actually purchased his first BMW from Clem in the early 70’s and that if there was anyone around here to take it to, it would be him. I didn’t doubt Clem’s capabilities before but now I feel even more at ease. I thank Mr. Reams for getting on the phone with me but not before we exchange our website information and what not.

 At about 4PM my phone rings, or vibrates rather, with Clem’s name written across the top the moment has come to find out if we will be on the road soon or not.

“Hey Clem, tell me something good”

“It’s ready”

I might have had my helmet on in the elevator on the way down to the parking deck. The only thing I can say for certain is that we fight the GPS while navigating Denver’s under construction roads to get there as quick as humanly possible.

  
Before closing time, my ride sits on Clem’s lift, new front rim and all. He gives me the run down of what he’s done, from cleaning up the rotors to fabricating some spacers/bushings of sorts so that the R90’s odd 14mm axle would work with the Lester rim’s 17mm opening. He spins the front wheel and it glides as smooth as butter – shut up and take my money. Thoughts of the getting back on the road blur my vision until I’m interrupted by another employee who is requesting I pay the bill so they can head home for the weekend. I oblige accordingly.  

I walk out practically floating on air; probably more so for the lack of weight from the funds that just left my wallet than anything else. Regardless, I shake Clem’s hand and request a Kodak moment after which he wishes us well on our trip.  

Tomorrow, we ride.