We got to my brothers place last Sunday but neither one of us got around a puter. We would have been home last Saturday BUT the other side of Morrison Il. we were hit by a cow floater of a storm. I've motocrossed road raced and try to ride when ever I can. Between my self and my brother we have a little over 100 years of riding experience that in no way shape or form prepared us for the storm that hit us last Saturday. I THOUGHT we were in for a little rain so I only had on my clear safety glasses NOT my goggles and as a result I had water refracting on 4 surfaces. I could not even see the white line on the edge of the highway in this storm AND I was running with my 4-way flashers on and the fog lights were also on. Took a bit to get turned around and head back into Morrison. 4 years in uncle sugars canoe club in the 60s and last week I learned what "any port in a storm" actually means!
The rain was blowing sideways on us from the right and more often than not I was inhaling water.
After we got turned around we found a motel with a couple of vacancies. At night during the storm it looked like the Taj Mahal. In the cold cruel light of morning it was a flop house that smelled of old smoke and curry. Beggars can't be choosers.
After a fine repast at the golden arches supper club 3 hours later we were home at my brothers place. We have spent the last week rebuilding my forks and adding a tail light to my I/S. We did manage 203 miles yesterday on the Middle East Conflicts Wall Ride In.
AND before I fergits-Happy Fathers Day to all you Fathers out there.
RIDE SAFE.
