Made it to the party with only minor issues. The oil tank mounts sheered off but one was left so duct tapped the oil tank to the frame and kept going. My spare oil tank in my pack was sitting on a bolt on my fender and sprung a leak all through my bag. Fuck. The party was rad. In an old lodge in the middle of know where. Got messy and stayed with Keith from Eat Dust. Past out in the van on the way home with Dean, threw up in the morning, lost my Simpson helmet and gloves then set off back for home.
Made it about 100km then lost spark. Couldnt figure it out and running batteryless with modern black box technology made it super hard to fjnd the problem. Narrowed it down to the cdi or coil.
Loads to do for the next trip now.
If anyone finds a black Simpson full face and red wing gloves i would be grateful to get them back. Left on my bike at the dice party. Remember Karma is a bitch.