Life ain't like it used to be. I was 28 and had the summer off having left a job at the end of June and starting a new one after Labor Day. What better time to explore my "Then Came Bronson" desires than a motorcycle trip cross country. A one man tent, a Rand McNally Atlas, 42 days and 10,000 miles later I had experienced the trip of a lifetime, but "get home itis" claimed another victim outside Charlottesville VA as I pushed through a rainstorm I should have sat out - combine the sheets of water across the road and a rear tire with the aforementioned 10,000 miles on it and it didn't take much for the bike to exit the roadway and eject me in the process. Luckily the grass was soft and the damage was minimal so I was able to make it the remaining 400 miles to home, but after that my trips were contained to my home state. As fond and wonderful as the memories are I doubt I would undertake the same voyage now 30 years later.
Glad your adventure had a happy ending.
Remember that there are two types of people riding motorcycles, those that have been down and those who are going down. Keep your rubber on the road.
Enjoy the bike once it arrives at your home base.
Glad your adventure had a happy ending.
Remember that there are two types of people riding motorcycles, those that have been down and those who are going down. Keep your rubber on the road.
Enjoy the bike once it arrives at your home base.