
Breakfast in a hurry, the schedule for today was packed: execute shopping list , final adjustments to the bikes, kick it, out of Inuvik, onto the Dempster Highway as far as possible, maybe as far as Dawson City. The first stop to shop was right next to the hotel. The Wrecking Crew had shopped there already, some anti-freezing stuff like gloves and balaclavas. But the silicone wasn’t up to Paul’s specs. Thanks anyway.


Inuvik wouldn’t be called Biker’s Mekka of the Mackenzie Delta if there wasn’t another hardware store right round the corner. Paul got the silicone of his choice: Ultra Copper Silicone, the brake cleaner as well. Meanwhile Herr Schmidt was preparing the other vehicle, the Mobile Support Unit, as almost every day. For the Wreckers the mission was: get them things running, goddammit: gasket off, clean, gasket back on, silicone on top, cover back on, torque everything down and off we go.

As Herr Schmidt finally shows up, to check how the bikes are doing, he meets three guys in Army-Outfit who are filling up their Pickup. Filling up in these parts means to fill the 250l-reserve-tank in the back of the truck as well. Or the two reserve-tanks like the guys in the army-outfit have. Why you wearing army stuff? Ah, so you’re army guys. Canadian Air Force to be precise. Hey, want to take a look at our bikes?

And these army guys are in the garage for two microseconds and the Canadian Air Force goes: “Whoa, a Panhead, whoa a Shovel”. Respect. OK you’re a biker as well, Fat Boy, oh and more:

Sir, yes, Sir, nice meeting you, Sir. But off we go, you know, Call of … Duty, erm, the other D-word: Dempster!

