By the time the bike shop dimwits were done screwing around, it was too late for us to get the rental car back in time. There's an extra fee for that. The rental place also runs the only taxi service in town, and since they were closed by the time we got back, we had no way to make it the 25km to where we left our bikes. Sigh... |
When we finally made it back to the Klondike Lodge, they were closed. We shared our sob story with the mechanic there, trying to sway him into opening up the shop so we could install our new tires. It didn't work. Instead, he bought us dinner and a night in the lodge. Praise the Lord, there are some good people left in the world!! We were filthy, exhausted, and STARVING - we hadn't had time to stop for food since we left Fairbanks. We ate like pigs and slept like babies, clean, dry, and happy for the first time in days. |
Our Heros! Richard, the mechanic at the Klondike Lodge, and his assistant Brandon. When all was said and done, they didn't charge us a cent and refused a tip. (We left one anyways.) |
We didn't get good pictures of the slices in the tires, because we intended to cut out the worst chunks and save them as souvenirs. We forgot. You can see how bald the top tire is - that was mIke's front. The middle one is my rear tire, and it has five big slits in it (the largest was almost 2" long). The bottom one is Mike's rear, and if you look at the bottom of the picture just left of center you can see one of the many places where his steel belts were showing through. Believe it or not, these tires were new when we left California, and should have lasted us at least 5,000 more miles. |
All this struggle faded into distant memory when we made it to Mukluk Annie's in time for the all-you-can-eat breakfast a few days later. The whole buffet was good, but those were the best blueberry pancakes we had ever eaten. Look at that - it's flopping off the edge of the plate!! Judging by the look on Mike's face, Gnomad picked the wrong place to kick back... |
Gnomad vs. Mike |
Overlooking Teslin, Yukon. If you look at the far side of the bridge, then nine more miles up the road, you'll see Mukluk Annies. Mmmmmm.... pancakes.... |
I'll make a long story short. When the motorcycle shop opened and we asked for our tires (which we had ordered and paid for by phone last night), they just shrugged their shoulders. It took over an hour and a half for them to figure out what had happened: They charged us for the three tires we needed, then someone else came in and wanted to buy one of them. Knowing we were driving all night from the Yukon to get these tires, they credited us back for one and sold it to someone else. They didn't call to inform us, didn't apologize, and didn't want to give us our third tire back. Call us if you want all the sordid details, but lets just say that in the end, the cops were called and we left the shop with three tires. |