Haines Junction
 

100 miles back to the nearest Harley dealer.  500 miles to the next Harley dealer.  Woody's shift linkage broke, leaving him stranded on the side of the road.
 
NOT a good feeling.
 

Roe made the repair with four wire ties and we were on our way.  When we got to Fairbanks, the dealer did not have a replacement part and there were none to be found in Alaska.  Looks like the repair will have to last until we get back to the States.  After 800 miles since the repair, it shifts better than new.

Typical service station.  Very few of the stations on the Alaska Highway have paved driveways or take credit cards at the pump.
 

Highway construction - a way of life on the Alaska Highway.












 

On the Alaska Highway, motorcyclists are allowed to go to the front of the line to follow pilot cars.  The theory is that their visibility isn't obstructed by flying dust and gravel if they are up front.  In one location, a water truck flooded the highway in front of us, supposedly to keep the dust down.  In reality, it created a very, very slick mud puddle over which we slipped and slid for miles to the next piece of solid pavement.

We decided that the real reason motorcyclists were allowed to go to the front of the line was so that if they fell, the other cars would grind them up like real fine gravel so they didn't slow construction down!

Lake Kluane
 

Rain clouds gather over beautiful Lake Kluane.
 

The construction mud and dust made mud hogs of the Harleys.
 

Woody's bike after a day on the Alaska Highway.