They don’t know struggle!Īfter having the TET to myself in Albania, I met southbound riders in Bosnia and Herzegovia, many of whom were riding Yamaha Ténéré 700s.Īs I began my descent, a wide blanket of snow covered the trail. They probably just rode off the showroom floor. Soft-arse Ténéré riders, I thought, remembering my challenges in Albania. Conditions seemed good, and I crested the highest point on the map with no problems.
I rode for an hour into the hills before seeing the first patch of snow. A group of TET riders had warned me about impassable snow on this section, so I proceeded with caution.
I put thread locker on the bolts, retightened them, and cleaned the drum and shoes as well as I could.Īfter breakfast and coffee in Kupres, I rejoined the TET heading to Glamoc. The whole drum area was soaked in oil, caused by a few bolts in the bevel drive case working loose. I found a garage in the lakeside village, and while the mechanic took care of welding the rack, I investigated the rear wheel. Repairs, Land Mines, and a Tit on the TET I made a running repair on the rack with cable ties and duct tape and then limped to the beautiful Ramsko Lake for my overnight stop. The top box hung awkwardly off the back after the rear rack had snapped in two places, and the rear brake was almost useless. Buoyed by frequent chats with fellow trail enthusiasts, I rode at a spirited pace, but my 40-year-old BMW was a bit worse for wear.
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