Rastoff
US Veteran
I bought a motorcycle. Specifically a Harley-Davidson Ultra Classic. Being the age of the internet, I found the best price on-line from a store in Chicago.
I have owned many motorcycles and ridden several hundred thousand miles. However, it has been 9 years since my last bike. Yeah, I'm out of practice and older than I was. Being headstrong, I didn't take that into account and decided to ride the bike home from Chicago to California. This was a mistake as you will see. Here is my story, enjoy...
Friday, 1 April - 0430
The attendant at the airport tells me I don't have a reservation. Yeah, somehow I got the date wrong when I made the reservation. This mistake cost me an extra $100 and the connecting flight was 3 hours later. This meant I got to the dealership about 10 minutes before they closed.
Friday, 1 April - 1800
It is currently raining. My intention was to ride about 4 hours tonight, but rain and the late hour put the kibosh on that. I get a hotel room for the night and decide to head out in the morning.
Saturday, 2 April - 0900
True to his word, the salesman picks me up at the hotel and takes me to the store about an hour before they open.
It's snowing. Not sticking to the road, but snowing. He asks if I'm sure I want to head out. I take the bike around the block first, but decide that I'm comfortable enough to head out. I'll get more comfortable as I go.
Saturday, 2 April - 0915
The snow didn't last long, but now it's raining. That becomes light hail for about 5 minutes, but eventually I get out of it. This is when the wind showed up.
Saturday, 2 April - 0915 to 1600(or so)
Wind. No seriously, WIND! As I head south on the I55, the wind is from the west at 45mph with 50-60mph gusts. I mean super crazy, killer wind. I see two over-turned 53' semi trailers, three flipped travel trailers and numerous smaller trailers in the ditch.
I was hoping to make 600 miles today. I called it quits at about 360 miles in Sullivan, MO.
Sunday, 3 April - 0730
Hit the road earlier. I'm on I44 now and headed in a more west direction. This means the wind is more directly at me which is easier to deal with, but still not fun. I am physically blasted and mentally ravaged. My confidence in my riding ability is shot. This is bad as a motorcyclist because it's hard to trust my ability to do the right actions as I ride through corners and wind. Still, I push on through to Oklahoma City.
Today I made 430 miles which is better. I could ride more as there is plenty of daylight left, but I'm having a hard time trusting my ability. I'm also exhausted physically.
I call my buddy who lives in Albuquerque, NM. He actually offers to come pick me up in OKC, but that's 8 hours of driving and too far to be practical.
Monday, 4 April - 0900
After a good night's sleep, I call my friend. We both agree that I've pushed things further than I should. I decide I can go a little more. We decide to meet up in Amarillo, TX.
Before I start I promise myself to stop at least every 60 miles. Now I'm on I40 and headed almost due west. The wind is negligible.
After the first 60 miles I stop and gas up.
I make it about 25 miles before a cramp has me stop.
I stop after another 30 miles or so and gas up again.
I'm struggling with my confidence and driving about 5mph under the limit because it's more comfortable.
This pattern continues with me going no more than 40 miles without a stop. It's only 240 miles from OKC to Amarillo, but it takes me 5 hours.
I get about 20 miles shy of Amarillo and I've hit the wall. I just can't go any further. My friend meets me at a truck stop and is a sight for sore eyes.
It's about 1500 when he gets there. Thankfully, his son came too and we have no trouble loading the bike. We stop at a good steakhouse, have a good meal and head out for Albuquerque.
Tuesday, 5 April - 0730
After a great night's rest, I wake to the smell of home made biscuits and gravy; the best I've ever had.
1230 finds me on a plane headed back to Cali.
1530 and my wife picks me up at the airport.
The bike is still in Albuquerque at my friend's house. He's going to take a vacation at the end of the month and ride the bike to me. His daughter and grand kids live near me so, it's a perfect fit.
Thursday, 7 April - 2100
As I sit here typing this I'm remembering the trip. There were times, many of them, on the trip where I was ready to sell the bike and never ride again. My left hand doesn't work properly, but is recovering. Typing this is challenging. I'm sure it was mostly the unbelievable wind that taxed me physically right to the edge of my ability.
This was an ill-advised adventure. That doesn't mean I regret doing it, I don't. Not nearly as much fun as I'd hoped and expensive. I've learned that while I may have done trips like this 10 years ago, age has caught up with me a little. I was neither physically nor mentally prepared properly. When it gets here, I will get back on the bike and regain my confidence. I chalk this up to experience and hope to be a better person for it.
I have owned many motorcycles and ridden several hundred thousand miles. However, it has been 9 years since my last bike. Yeah, I'm out of practice and older than I was. Being headstrong, I didn't take that into account and decided to ride the bike home from Chicago to California. This was a mistake as you will see. Here is my story, enjoy...
Friday, 1 April - 0430
The attendant at the airport tells me I don't have a reservation. Yeah, somehow I got the date wrong when I made the reservation. This mistake cost me an extra $100 and the connecting flight was 3 hours later. This meant I got to the dealership about 10 minutes before they closed.
Friday, 1 April - 1800
It is currently raining. My intention was to ride about 4 hours tonight, but rain and the late hour put the kibosh on that. I get a hotel room for the night and decide to head out in the morning.
Saturday, 2 April - 0900
True to his word, the salesman picks me up at the hotel and takes me to the store about an hour before they open.
It's snowing. Not sticking to the road, but snowing. He asks if I'm sure I want to head out. I take the bike around the block first, but decide that I'm comfortable enough to head out. I'll get more comfortable as I go.
Saturday, 2 April - 0915
The snow didn't last long, but now it's raining. That becomes light hail for about 5 minutes, but eventually I get out of it. This is when the wind showed up.
Saturday, 2 April - 0915 to 1600(or so)
Wind. No seriously, WIND! As I head south on the I55, the wind is from the west at 45mph with 50-60mph gusts. I mean super crazy, killer wind. I see two over-turned 53' semi trailers, three flipped travel trailers and numerous smaller trailers in the ditch.
I was hoping to make 600 miles today. I called it quits at about 360 miles in Sullivan, MO.
Sunday, 3 April - 0730
Hit the road earlier. I'm on I44 now and headed in a more west direction. This means the wind is more directly at me which is easier to deal with, but still not fun. I am physically blasted and mentally ravaged. My confidence in my riding ability is shot. This is bad as a motorcyclist because it's hard to trust my ability to do the right actions as I ride through corners and wind. Still, I push on through to Oklahoma City.
Today I made 430 miles which is better. I could ride more as there is plenty of daylight left, but I'm having a hard time trusting my ability. I'm also exhausted physically.
I call my buddy who lives in Albuquerque, NM. He actually offers to come pick me up in OKC, but that's 8 hours of driving and too far to be practical.
Monday, 4 April - 0900
After a good night's sleep, I call my friend. We both agree that I've pushed things further than I should. I decide I can go a little more. We decide to meet up in Amarillo, TX.
Before I start I promise myself to stop at least every 60 miles. Now I'm on I40 and headed almost due west. The wind is negligible.
After the first 60 miles I stop and gas up.
I make it about 25 miles before a cramp has me stop.
I stop after another 30 miles or so and gas up again.
I'm struggling with my confidence and driving about 5mph under the limit because it's more comfortable.
This pattern continues with me going no more than 40 miles without a stop. It's only 240 miles from OKC to Amarillo, but it takes me 5 hours.
I get about 20 miles shy of Amarillo and I've hit the wall. I just can't go any further. My friend meets me at a truck stop and is a sight for sore eyes.

It's about 1500 when he gets there. Thankfully, his son came too and we have no trouble loading the bike. We stop at a good steakhouse, have a good meal and head out for Albuquerque.
Tuesday, 5 April - 0730
After a great night's rest, I wake to the smell of home made biscuits and gravy; the best I've ever had.
1230 finds me on a plane headed back to Cali.
1530 and my wife picks me up at the airport.
The bike is still in Albuquerque at my friend's house. He's going to take a vacation at the end of the month and ride the bike to me. His daughter and grand kids live near me so, it's a perfect fit.
Thursday, 7 April - 2100
As I sit here typing this I'm remembering the trip. There were times, many of them, on the trip where I was ready to sell the bike and never ride again. My left hand doesn't work properly, but is recovering. Typing this is challenging. I'm sure it was mostly the unbelievable wind that taxed me physically right to the edge of my ability.
This was an ill-advised adventure. That doesn't mean I regret doing it, I don't. Not nearly as much fun as I'd hoped and expensive. I've learned that while I may have done trips like this 10 years ago, age has caught up with me a little. I was neither physically nor mentally prepared properly. When it gets here, I will get back on the bike and regain my confidence. I chalk this up to experience and hope to be a better person for it.