20161120 - 60,000 mile maintenance and compression test

Cost of ownership (below) is going down, although, if I were letting the dealer do my maintenance, I'm pretty sure my cost of ownership wouldn't be going down.    This cycle, I decided to let BMW of Riverside change out my tires and do my rear brakes.  I think it's important to let the dealership do some work, sometimes.  It keeps a relationship open that may help down the road...like if I need to replace my whole engine.  That said, I also needed to replace the rear tire pressure sensor that broke off the stud a couple hundred miles before my last service.  I couldn't get the stud when I was having the new tire mounted, so I had to do without.  That sensor cost me $165 and they charged me $80 to install it because they found that the old one didn't work, after they had the tire mounted, so they had to break the bead, install it, re-install the tire and program it.  I could have done the rear brakes myself; but, again, I think it's important to open a relationship with the dealership.  More likely than not, I'll replace them next time.

I believe in owning up to my actions.  There were curves, many of them.  I was riding with someone who rides faster and smoother (read much more experienced than I am).  That causes me push myself and, my bike.  I've been harder on my tires and brakes in the last 4,000ish miles than the previous 4,000ish.  When I say hard, what I'm talking about is screaming into one turn after another, braking hard, nearly to or right up to the apex and then smoothly, consistently and continuously applying throttle until the next turn, when it's time to get on the brakes again.   I have been riding the canyons of southern California and Arizona and have had more opportunity to destroy tires and brakes than in Florida, where things are straight and flat.  Adding to the injustice my bike has experienced, at my hand, is the fact that I also like the slow ride.  Every traffic light is an opportunity to do the slow ride.  I trail brake.  At this service, two tires and my rear brake pads died a premature and grizzly death.  In fact, my rear tire had evidence of having been ridden on the sidewall.  That happened when I was entering an on ramp and the rear end tucked under after sliding on the paint.  I recovered that one; but, not before putting some wear on the right sidewall.

Particularly interesting about this maintenance was that I planned to boroscope and compression test the engine.  This was necessary to instill confidence in the engine that was lost when I started consuming oil.  There are other posts on this; but, in short, after my 36,000 mile service (read warranty expired), I got a warning light before the next due service and I've had consumption issues amounting to about 300CCs/6000 miles since.  Every dealer I've asked...and it's been many, all indicate that this is normal.  I have a really hard time believing that BMW would see that as normal on an engine that should have a whole lot more life in it.

An added surprise was that my friend Paul made me a tool to make it nearly impossible to strip out the 5mm allen bolt for the sump.  The issue there is that if you don't put the 5mm allen key in there perfectly straight, you can round out the inside and that, my friends, is an expensive problem to fix, as it requires a new oil pan.  I know from experience.

So, this service:

Air Filter change
Oil Change + Filter
Rear drive oil change
Spark plug change
Coolant change
2 Michelin Road Pilot 4 GT tires
Rear brakes

The compression test results for this 3 y/o, 60,000 mile K1600GT:
Cylinder 1:  15 bar, 216 ftlbs
Cylinder 2:  15 bar, 216 ftlbs
Cylinder 3:  15 bar, 216 ftlbs
Cylinder 4:  15 bar, 220 ftlbs (just a little over 15 bar)
Cylinder 5:  15 bar, 216 ftlbs
Cylinder 6:  15 bar, 216 ftlbs

My borescope, made by Milwaukee, was unable to produce a view that allowed me to see anything other than the piston head.  There was a little carbon on the piston heads; but, I was unable to see anything else.  To even get that, we sanded down the tip of the borescope so it would pass through the tiny spark plug gap.

So, do I have more confidence in my bike now that I've compression tested it and borescoped it as best I could?  Yes, a little.  I did see a bit of a mess on top of my valve cover.  It's possible that some oil is leaking from there, and it's possible that it's in the right quantity.  I made sure to clean up the valve cover really good this time.  When I get in there for the 72,000 mile service, I will pop the valve cover off and reseal it.

Disturbing to me was that I only drained about 50cc out of my rear end.  I didn't measure it; but, it couldn't have been more.  I filled it with 180cc's.  Harry, the mechanic that did my tires and brakes found the fluid all over everything.  I think that's because I'm a messy Marvin.  I will have to keep an eye on this.

I have to say that this service went a little smoother than the 48,000-mile service because I was able to apply lessons learned.  I did not disassemble the radiator this time, and I'm getting faster putting the Tupperware back on.  It still takes about half an hour to disassemble and an hour to reassemble.

I also learned that it is much easier to use vacuum to pull cooling fluid through the radiator than to try to do it manually.  I didn't know it for this service and ended up shaking the shit out of my motorcycle to get the air bubbles out of the radiator.  Next time, I'll pull some vacuum from the water pump and make things easier.   It's interesting that the service manual doesn't call for this; but, when I asked at the dealership, they said it's the only way.  Chances are, this will save me an hour or so next time.

In all, this service took 12 hours as opposed to 1 week, completely due to parts that were needed to replace parts that were found to be damaged through prior maintenance.  That being said,  I was definitely not upset about getting to spend a week with my friend Scot and his family in Ohio for that service.

Some pics:

20161119 - California Group Ride to Long Beach Motorcycle Show

I have to get this out.  There is a huge difference in group riding in California vs. say Pennsylvania... or anywhere else.  Group riding is typically done in a staggered formation, as below.  Motorcycles can safely operate with 2 bikes in the same lane.  Commonly, the law requires that you leave half the following distance that you would if you were following a car.  Right now, we'll leave aside the problems with riders that can't or don't hold their lane.  In the video below, these riders are staggered and this is how it's done everywhere on the planet.




Then, there's California.  In California, on a beautiful Saturday morning, traffic can be a nightmare. and it becomes nearly impossible to keep a group together.  If the group is to actually make the destination, this is what happens...


It's noteworthy that there are 6 or so bikes in front of Paul, who's Go Pro is recording this adventure. I'm behind him and there are about 6 bikes behind me. So, there are more than a dozen bikes (in a group) splitting lanes with traffic to get to our destination. The staggered formation has gone the way of the Dodo in California. What would happen after about 10 minutes of this is that we would need to cross over 3 lanes of traffic to hit our exit. When the lead bike finds an opening, he goes. Others follow as best the can and try to keep up. Cars don't play nice. They are pissed off that they are stuck in this mess. They will shut down any gap that a motorcycle can fit into in a heart beat. This makes for a bit of chaos as there are now bikes splitting every lane on the highway until they all make their way off to the exit. In a group with sport bikes, adventure bikes and touring bikes, some will be able to split traffic faster and the group will fracture. The odds are very low that the group will get to its destination together. Everyone must know the route and everyone must be prepared to go it alone and meet up at the destination. Making this a little better is the Bluetooth headset. At least with that, some of the group can stay together. Plan better you say? The hell I say. We looked at several routes. All of the routes into Long Beach were jammed. Every route would produce the same result. If you want to do group riding in California, stay away from any populated area, you just don't stand a chance of staying together, or if you do, it will take a very very long time to get where you're going. Today's route:




All California to date.  Whoops I didn't turn off the point connector.

All K1600GT Trips to date:

20161112 - Mexican border, Yuma

There comes a time in a motorcycle riders life that he, or she, stops commanding and starts listening to what the bike wants.  The motorcyclist learns that if the inputs are given just right, thoughtfully, gently and with expert timing, what happens between the legs will be simply earth shattering.  I am proud to say that I have graduated to this level and practice regularly.  I am not an expert and, we still 'fight' on occasion, mostly about the right way to get through a corner, but, I learn from her each time and I continue to get better.

It's early afternoon and I'm in the California Desert.  The temperature is a beautiful 70 something and, as usual, it's a beautiful clear day.  I spent the morning playing in the twisties and my rhythm was impressive.  I surprised myself with how well I was riding today.  Up ahead, there was a 35 mph turn to the left.  Once the turn breaks, I can't see the road anymore.  The previous turns on this road were all posted well short of a reasonable speed and I felt that dropping one gear would scrub off enough speed to make the entry.  I had been working on three things all day long - nailing my entry point, body position and most specifically letting my upper body take control, instead of my heavy hand.   I was doing 70 mph when I started to set up for this particular turn.  Right side of the lane, check; limp elbows, check; light pressure on the bars, check.  I was being remarkably patient with the entry.  Sometimes I rush it and that will cause me to crowd the double yellow line.  I was patient, even though I was a bit hot coming in, perhaps a bit too hot.  Nonetheless, I waited, and the second I needed to to hit my entry mark, I did.  I still hadn't picked up the exit point; but, as usual, I dropped in aggressively.  At this point, I was clearly committed.  With my face into the turn, I discovered that my aggressive lean angle simply wouldn't do.  I was in a decreasing radius turn, and my exit point was going to require one of 2 things - more lean, or less throttle.  With only a fraction of a second to make my decision, I decided that more lean was what we both wanted.  We had a beautiful rhythm going and there was no way reducing RPM would assure the most awesome outcome.  In fact, more throttle was in the plans.  Ordinarily, I would exit by slowly, consistently and deliberately rolling on more throttle, and with every drop of fluid hitting the cylinders, my smile would get bigger and bigger.  There are two possible finishes, and it just depends on what my mood is.  One possible finish is to roll that throttle to the limit and wait for the rev limiter.  Another possible ending is to grab a gear and keep things going a little longer.  That wasn't what happened this time around.

Rewind for a moment to that part where I'm at the apex, leaned in hard and looking for my exit.  Right there, I have to say, my body mechanics were perfect.  The ball of my right foot was on the peg, my right knee was on the tank adding a little pressure.  My left foot was slightly ahead of the peg with my heel against the bike and turned into the turn.  My knee was leading me into the turn, as it is supposed to.  The knee is a hinge joint and in order for that to happen, the foot must rotate.  My foot had rotated.  This is important because something very interesting happened when I needed to lean more - the front part of the sole on my left boot (more than half of it) came in contact with the pavement.  Now, on a Harley, this is not exciting.  It's a usual occurrence.  On a K1600GT, this is a big deal.  The bike stands tall and to do this, you're nearly at the absolute maximum lean angle of the bike.  This is what happens when the rider is truly in touch with the machine.  It is a beautiful thing that requires a gentle touch, expert timing and the correct inputs.

While I'll look forward to this experience again, I don't expect it to.  Should it happen again, I'll be just as ecstatic as I am now!

I didn't plan until this morning.  I knew I wanted to put some miles on my bike to get more out of my consumables before I replace them in my next service.  I had 845 miles before that was to happen, so I wasn't going to get too far.  I would have to do a smaller, local type trip.  I decided to take a trip down to Tacate, where I plan to cross the boarder into Mexico in the near future.  From there, I really had no plan and made it up as I left.

The ride down was nearly the same as my last trip down to Jullian.  In fact, I made the trip from Redlands to Julian in two hours flat.  Continuing south, I made Tacate before noon - about 3.5 hours.

At the border, I learned from our Border control folks that you do not need anything to cross the border.  If they want you to buy a visa, they will ask you to do so.  There is no need for a visit to the consulate or anywhere else beforehand.  There is also no tax for the vehicle you drive over.  That happens when you're trailering a vehicle.  The one you're on/in is not taxed.  That said, you are expected to either stay on the Baja peninsula, or within 200 miles of the border.  You may have problems crossing Mexican state lines if you don't pick up a visa.  I nearly started over the border today until I realized I didn't have Mexican insurance.  I really think a trip anywhere on the Baja peninsula is going to be a non-event and I can't wait to go.

There are some interesting things about our southern border.  The first is that the circle to the left has two primary crops...hay (and a whole lot of irrigation to accomplish this) and solar power.  I have never seen solar farms this big.  I checked my odometer when I saw it coming and started to pass it.  2 miles had elapsed of rows and rows of solar panels on both sides of the highway for about 200 yards in both directions.  That is a massive amount of solar power being generated.   The circle to the right is all sand dunes.  These are awesome with lots of people spending the day or more (plenty of RVs) riding dune buggies, quads and motorcycles on the sand dunes.

I saw this blimp flying over the Yuma Proving grounds.  This blimp is so big, I saw it for at least 20 miles away.  I was reminded of the same model blimp that came down in Pennsylvania and took out power to multiple counties as it dragged those mooring lines across power lines.

No video today.  This was a local trip to recon the boarder.  Mission complete!

California trips taken this contract.

All trips on the K1600 to date.

20161105 - Death Valley, Hoover Dam (876 miles)

Let's start with a discussion on desert weather, shall we?  Having grown up in the northeast, I really only have a cursory understanding of high desert weather.  In a word, it's fickle.

I left my house around 6:15 in the morning and had a nice ride up to Hisperia, which could be considered the beginning of the high desert.  The temperature was a very nice 58 degrees.  I was very warm in my banana suit riding gear.  As is typical for SoCal, the skies were clear.  That isn't always a good thing because there are no clouds to blanket the atmosphere and trap some of the earths heat.  Shortly after Hisperia I noted that the temperature was now 47 and my hands were getting cold.  An hour later, as I went up and down 'hills,' I realized that I was in a temperature inversion, where it gets warmer as you ascend, so there there was this constant rolling temperature between the low 50's and the low 70's.  By then, the sun was starting to come up; but, it wasn't going to change this picture until after 11am.  I can only imagine some of the "extremes" that go on up there.

My first "look see" was was the Southern California Logistics Airport.  I've noted this several times going up and down 395.  It is a large expanse of land that is set back from the road over a mile.  "The boneyard" as it is referred to has over a hundred retired jet liners parked there.  The airport has a distinctive military feel to it though.  Maybe it's just me; but, I do have a knack for picking up on military installations that are hidden in plain site.  I decided to take a ride in to see what's what.  It turns out that it is in fact a retired military base and probably still does some of that activity.  It also serves as "The boneyard" and commercial freight.  It has a 15,000' runway and a shorter, intersecting runway.  To give you an idea how long that runway is, Denver International sports a 16,000' runway for commercial jets at an elevation over 5,000'.  This airport is at half that elevation and is nearly as long.  They could bring some monstrous airplanes into this airport!

Back on the road, it was getting to be about time for some breakfast and I ended up stopping at a Burger King.  What kind of breakfast serving restaurant does not have tea...or hot chocolate?  That was at Kramer Junction.  Never again will I go in there.  They're heathens.

Getting on the bike, warmed up and with heavy gloves on, I continued on to Death Valley.  The desert is gorgeous; but, the star of the show really was the wild fluctuations in temperature.

I'd been to Death Valley before.  In fact, I took a look at my blog to see where I'd been and where I hadn't been.  I came to find that I was in Death Valley the same week 3 years ago.  I had no idea.  I camped at Stovepipe Wells the last time and it works out that I had ridden a large part of the southern end of the park, so this time, I wanted to explore the northern part.  Scotty's Castle Road goes up into the Northern part of the park.  As circumstance would have it, it was closed above Mesquite Spring Campground, so I got that far and had to turn around.  There are plenty of gates on this road, so I imagine that as snow consumes the road, they just cut off access until spring.

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I made a decision coming back that would lengthen this trip from the planned 742 miles to it's final distance of 876 miles - I decided to exit the park to the east, into Nevada and ride US95 all the way to I-10 before turning west and heading home.

Lunch was at KC's Outpost Saloon in Beaty Nevada.  I had a roast beast sandwich au jois.  It is a decent stop if you're riding through; but, not a destination stop by any means.

Just outside Las Vegas, I started seeing signs for Hoover Dam.  I had never been to Hoover Dam, so I thought I'd stop in.  I knew I was several hundred miles from home and it was right around 3pm, so I thought I'd make it a quick little ride through and get back on the road.  By this point, my Go Pro card was full, so I don't have video and damn, I'll have to go back.  I did get some pictures though and it just so happens that some monster trucks were coming through, so I got some of those pictures as well.

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After leaving the dam, I came across the Eldorado Dry Lake.  This is like a recreational meccaa with people operating drones, hang gliders, quads and whatever else.  It's pretty long and at first, I thought it was a salt flat.  I had this tempting thought of taking my bike on it to see how fast I could get it going before hitting the rev limiter in 6th gear.  I'm glad I didn't.  Apparently, it isn't in good shape for that sort of thing maintenance wise.

The rest of this ride was fairly boring, except for the stretch between Parker Junction and Blythe.  Right after the agricultural check point, I got passed by a black pickup truck.   I wasn't traveling slow, by any means; but, it was now dark and there isn't any lighting on this stretch of road.  It's also in the desert with turns mostly labeled at 55mph, with an occasional 35 mph turn thrown in for good measure.  This black truck provided most excellent lighting and a very nice 'pace' for this stretch of road.  Of course, we got behind the occasional donkey that wouldn't pull to the right; but, other than that, we made Blythe in excellent time.  This was good because I had another 2:30 minutes of riding from Blythe home.

Dinner was at the Chiraco Summit Coffee Shop in Chiraco Summit (where else?).  I asked for a meatloaf sandwich and got a meatloaf sandwich without  much meatloaf, a whole lot of instant potatoes and a quart of gravy.  There is no need to stop there again, unless necessity dictates.

Home:  10:15pm.

The map of the route - sort of resembles a pig.  Orient using the tail.

Southern California Trips during this contract.

All trips to date.  This picture is really starting to fill in.  How do I make my next contract up in Idaho or maybe Oklahoma/Texas?

20161029 - Southern California Desert

Let's just start with the map this time around.  This unique motorcycle art is a team effort.  I can't really take any of the credit, except that it was my GPS that recorded this one of a kind motorcycle art.  I have named it "The Failla #2 - Angry kid peeing on floor."  The sunglasses part was us looking for the nose part.  We were clearly off by a bit; but, we rejoined the route and had an excellent ride.

There are plenty of twisties on this route.  We found ourselves pretty far south.  I kept telling Paul that we should just go to Mexico while we were this far south.  Paul needed to get home to take the wife to dinner and a movie, so we took the super slab back home.  This little trip was over 400 miles and it took us about 10 hours.

This is what the southern California desert looks like at an average speed of 400 miles per hour.

Below is the map of the trips I've done since coming back to California for this contract.

20161022 - Redlands, Pacific Coast Highway, Tahoe, Sierras

This is my 6th week here in southern California and I just got back from my second motorcycle trip.  A horrible, debilitating, near death experience overcame me last weekend; precluding me from doing this trip then.  The whole affair involved a box of tissues and me sitting on my couch catching up on movies.  My head was so big, I couldn't have stuffed it in my helmet if I tried; not to mention that sneezing in your helmet is simply gross.

As usual, I started making noises to my friend Paul about a weekend trip by about Tuesday.  One can never dream about riding too long or too far in advance.  My dreams about riding to Alaska have been going on for a couple years now.  The plan was to go to Mexico.  Understanding that the tip of the Baha peninsula might be a bridge too far, I picked out a destination that was only a few miles past the border...like 560 miles.  That seems doable if we got to the border the night before and left at first light.  Paul is much wiser than I am.  I have no trouble admitting this.  My spirit is unrestrained and to the untrained eye, nearly reckless.  I will abandon caution and just go, carrying nothing but a credit card and a pile of cash.  Pretty much everything else can be had with a generous allowance of time and the expert services of UPS, DHL and FedEx.  Paul on the other hand brought up things like the chance of amoebic dissentary from drinking the water and how we should bring our own and how gas may not be available.   Paul also has a wife that is concerned for his well being and she would like us to go in a bigger group for safety.  I'm thinking that that isn't likely to happen and since being surrounded by men with AK-47's that speak nothing but Farsi, I'm not so afraid of the Federali's or banditos.  Perhaps Paul and his wife have not had similar experiences.  Strange indeed.  That being said, God probably put Paul and his wife's wisdom in my path for a reason and because of that, we were off to the Mexican Consulate to get papers and Chaparell's to spend money.  If these requirements could be satisfied, my spirit would be unleashed.  God help Mexico.

So, it's late afternoon on Thursday and Paul sends word that he's ready to leave for the Consulate.  I lock up the computer, bolt down the stairs and jump on my bike like a cowboy running for his life. So, off to the consulate we go, only to find out that we need to make an appointment during the week.  They have limited hours.  So, we get back on the bikes and head over to Chaparell's.  There, we manage to put together the fuel and water cells I described in a previous post.  During all this, we decide that we're going to do the trip I was planning for the weekend before.

Fast forward to Saturday morning.  I'm getting pretty lazy about getting ready for motorcycle trips.  I generally keep the tools and whatnot on the bike at all times and since I'm wearing riding clothes for a trip, the only thing I generally need to get together is electronics.  On this trip though, I will take my tent because last trip, it almost became a necessity.  All this stuff needs to be packed and I make it out right on time and meet Paul at Denny's right off the 10/215 interchange.  I am wearing my banana suit.  I wasn't sure I was going to like this setup.  I really like the high vis color.  The only thing they could do to make it brighter is make it out of uranium so I glowed.  If I ever get hit by a car, there's no doubt the cop will not believe the "I didn't see him" excuse.

The ride up the Pacific Coast Highway (PCH) is gorgeous.  We rode from Santa Monica all the way up to Monterrey before cutting inland.  On the way, we stopped at Anderson's Spit Pea Soup in Buellton California.  It's hard to believe that a restaurant could make a business out of split pea soup; but, there it is.  I had the split pea soup in a bread bowl.  It was fantastic.  I never imagined such a thing.

While we were going through Big Sur National Park and right in front of the Lucia Lodge, the spring from my center departed my bike in with an interesting clank and a show of sparks.  How?  Well, we were hitting some twisties and while doing so it some uneven pavement.  My suspension compressed and when it released, momentum throws the center stand toward the ground.  This has happened before.   Usually, the spring pulls the center stand back up and there's no issue.  This time, the suspension compressed again and much faster than the spring could pull the center stand back up.  The result was no tension on the spring and pop, off the bike it went.  When that happened, the center stand was not held in place by anything and dropped to the ground with a show of sparks and a disconcerting sound of metal dragging on the ground.  Paul was able to hear all this over the intercom.  I pulled over and used some wire ties to hold the center stand up.  Unfortunately, I wouldn't do the job quite right and the wire ties would break.  I would have to redo the job.

Continuing on, we discussed the rest of the route.  I really wanted to do a loop around Lake Tahoe; but, we also considered going over the Golden Gate Bridge.  We opted to cut inland around Monterrey and leave the bridge for another time.  When we got to Monterrey, we decided to pull off the road and consult a map.  It so happens that we pulled off right at a Starbucks.  Neither of us were hungry yet, so we decided to press on after deciding on our routing, and of course, a beverage.

Around 10:30, we were about done with riding and decided to find a room.  This would prove to be another crazy situation where we can't find a room.  Conventions and such seem to follow Paul and I wherever we go.  So far, we've done 4 trips together and in 3 out of the 4, we did not find a room on the first try.  Last trip, we ended up riding another 115 miles before finding a room.  This time, we finally found a room on the 10th try.  Yes, the first 9 hotels we tried were booked.  We pulled in at 12:45am.  This was not our personal worst, having arrived before 1:30 am.  We said last time that around lunch time, we should start making calls for a room.  This would confirm that is what we need to do.  Chances are, we won't, and chances are, we'll go through this again.

Day 2 - we're an hour away from Lake Tahoe on Rt. 50.  Even though we weren't able to crash before 1, I was up at 7.   I really wanted to repack my bike since I did such a miserable job of it the morning before.  So, when Paul made it out to the bikes, I was already packed up.  The plan was for breakfast in Lake Tahoe.  Little did we know that the ride to Lake Tahoe was going to be gorgeous with plenty of twisties.  From here on, I have to let the videos tell the story.

This is the whole trip around Lake Tahoe, condensed into 26 minutes.  Nobody will watch the whole thing; but, one day, I might be laying in a nursing home and these videos are what I'll have to remember my adventures by.  Feel free to forward through.  It's all about the scenery.  I promise, there's no wicked motorcycle action scenes that you'll miss.

Of course, I can't leave this post without the maps.  The first one - this weekend's travels.

This map shows the travels I've done since I've been back in California.

This one shows all the trips I've made in the US to date on my BMW K1600GT.  I only count trips of 250 miles or more.  So far, I have 57,650 miles on this bike.

Extra fuel and water storage system - any bike!

I have a need to carry extra fuel and water with me when I ride sometimes.  I've had more than one occasion where I was very close to being stranded for lack of fuel.  With plans to ride the Dalton Highway in Alaska and be more adventuresome in Mexico and Canada, extra fuel is really not a luxury.  It's a necessity.  I hope I never need to pour fuel into my tank from my reserves; but, I'm ready if I do.

This solution is nice if A) You don't want to or really can't fabricate a metal backing plate to mount your fuel cells; or, B) you want a system that is easy on/off and can be used on different bikes.  In my case, I'll probably ride my K1600GT to the Dalton, rent a dual sport, do the ride to Prudhoe and back and get back on my K16 for everything else.  This fuel solution will work with any bike as long as you can tie things down.

The cooler is an AO 48 pack off road cooler.  I bought it at Chaparells and payed less than $100 for it.  The fuel cells are Roto-Pax 2 gallon cells and the water cell is a 2 gallon Roto-Pax water cell.  There is just enough room to squeeze a couple ice packs in there, if you wanted to keep the water (and fuel) cool.

The plan is purchase some webbing plastic side release buckles that are the same size as the ones on the bag, as well as nylon webbing and anchor the webbing under the seat for quick on and off.  We can also put another webbing/ buckle on the back of the seat to keep the bag from moving forward.  Since there is a trunk on my bike, the bag moving backward isn't an issue.  Even without the webbing attached to the bike, tie down straps will easily do the job.