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When I headed out this morning it was about sixty eight degrees and mildly over cast. I had a pretty much uneventful ride in to work. I had looked over the weather report before I left and it looked like the major storm might miss us. That in mind I had planned on a long ride home. I was hoping to make about 150 to two hundred miles of my trip home.
When quitting time came around I looked out and saw a light rain was falling. This was going to really put a damper on my ride. I got into my rain gear and headed to the parking lot. As I walked to my bike I saw that one of the other workers had brought a cover from home and had covered his bike. I found out that he had called home and had someone bring the cover and then wait around in town to pick him up after work. Must be nice?
I hit the kick starter and fired up.Heading out in the general direction of home. The rain was getting heavier and I finally gave in to fact, My ride would have to be on another day.
Running down 412 I managed to make good time until I crossed some standing water at an intersection. I splashed it pretty good and I figure I got my points wet. After I hit water the bike popped and chugged all the way home. It did do better at higher speeds but generally ran rough.
in view of this rough running made a most direct trip of 13 miles to the house.
I made it home in one piece. Looking at the sky I figured that it was going to rain all night.
Unpacking I noticed that one of my bags had drawn water and some of my work junk was soaked. Just as well, I need something to tinker with this evening.
Tomorrows weather is forecast to be the same or worse. Looks like, as bad as I don't want to I'll most likely ...get wet again.
Hope it drys out some and I can catch ya on the road
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Monday, April 27, 2009
4/27/2009
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Today is going to be a wet one. That's what the weather man said before I headed out to work. Lots of wet, wind and maybe even some hail. 80 percent chance or rain. Well that means that there is a 20 percent chance it wont.
I grabbed my rain gear and headed out to the bike. It was windy and very dark, looked like it was going to be a bad storm.
Firing up I decided to make a real quick ride of going to work in hopes of not getting drowned. As I bounced down my drive it was looking more and more like I might make it. I hit the street and hammered down to the highway. Rolling up to the intersection I could see that there wasn't anything coming either direction and I just rolled the stop sign and really hammered it towards the foot of the mountain and my turn off. Traffic was light all the way and non existent after I got off on Habberton.
The closer I got to Springdale the lighter the sky was looking. I had the thought that I was going to make it when I felt the first rain drops. Talk about a let down! For about two miles I had a light sprinkle on me and kept myself tensed for the down pour.
Traffic in town was light and I made really good time up to work. The Security guy had the gate open and waved me through like I owned the place. Pulling into to park I was tickled. I had made it without getting soaked.
All throughout the day I noticed that the sky would darken then lighten up. So maybe the major storm is going to miss me. That would be nice as I have an appointment at a local metal shop to get some handle bars made.
Today is going to be a wet one. That's what the weather man said before I headed out to work. Lots of wet, wind and maybe even some hail. 80 percent chance or rain. Well that means that there is a 20 percent chance it wont.
I grabbed my rain gear and headed out to the bike. It was windy and very dark, looked like it was going to be a bad storm.
Firing up I decided to make a real quick ride of going to work in hopes of not getting drowned. As I bounced down my drive it was looking more and more like I might make it. I hit the street and hammered down to the highway. Rolling up to the intersection I could see that there wasn't anything coming either direction and I just rolled the stop sign and really hammered it towards the foot of the mountain and my turn off. Traffic was light all the way and non existent after I got off on Habberton.
The closer I got to Springdale the lighter the sky was looking. I had the thought that I was going to make it when I felt the first rain drops. Talk about a let down! For about two miles I had a light sprinkle on me and kept myself tensed for the down pour.
Traffic in town was light and I made really good time up to work. The Security guy had the gate open and waved me through like I owned the place. Pulling into to park I was tickled. I had made it without getting soaked.
All throughout the day I noticed that the sky would darken then lighten up. So maybe the major storm is going to miss me. That would be nice as I have an appointment at a local metal shop to get some handle bars made.
Gotta love springtime in Northwest Arkansas
Hope to catch ya on the road
Sunday, April 26, 2009
4-25-2009 / 4-26-2009
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This morning I had planned to head out early and spend the day in Eureka Springs at the Thunder in The Mountain rally. However, I had a few things get in my way. With me family always comes first and when I was told my sister was up from Texas for a short weekend. Well, there will be another Eureka even.
I loaded up and headed the seventy miles to my moms place and a visit with my sister.
The weather was mildly overcast and warm. Great riding weather.
I hit 412 and settled into a nice easy sixty miles per and before I knew it I was stopping for Hush Puppies and to top off my tank at Marble. After gas and grub I pulled back out and hit Highway 21 and ran hard over to Kingston and then Boxley. Running through the valley I saw several riders that seemed to be making one of the area runs that usually occurs when there's a big rally going on in the area. They all waved like they were having a good time. I tried taking a few pictures of them as I road along. None came out any better that major fuzzy.
Pulling into moms I suddenly felt hungry. This usually happens when I go home. Parking the bike I head in only to find that they all had headed to Branson To the Hospital. Seems that My uncle, moms brother was admitted for emergency bypass surgery.
After a few phone calls and finding out what was going on I settled down and fixed a sandwich.
The ride down had been a quick one. I went out to look the bike over to see if there was any noticeable problems. Other than my chain needing tightening everything looked good. Thinking about it I unstrapped my over night bag and decided to stay. Mom had said that they would most likely be back late tonight.
I don't know what time they came in. I was doing some heavy sleeping. My uncles operation was apparently, a "routine" but emergency surgery. I'm not still sure I understand that one.
I had a good visit with my sister. When she pulled out to head back to Texas I headed back out for home.
My ride back up was a good one. Lots of riders on the road. That always makes for a good trip of any kind.
Taking my usual most direct route back I was home in about an hour. All told almost 200 miles in, by the clock, about 2 1/2 to three hours.
Figuring to just coast the rest of the weekend I unloaded my bike and started looking for things to putter around with around the house. As I was getting into the idea of mowing the yard a friend called and asked if I wanted to ride over to a junk shop with him. He was looking for some wheels for a trailer. Really he admitted, he just wanted to get out and ride a bit. He had recently bought my father in laws Shadow and hadn't gotten to ride it much. He also said he wanted to kind of clear his head.
We pulled out and made a quick run over to the junk shop. It was closed. looking around as much as we could without ending up in jail we didn't see anything like what he was after. Pulling back out we headed back toward home. Along the way we detoured and made a longer ride home of it.
Running up this new section of 412 was fun. Windy, but fun. We ended up stopping at a tractor and farm supply place just out of Springdale a few miles and looking around. This place almost had everything. It would have been perfect if it had had an RC Cola and Moon Pie dispenser.
After killing a few minutes we loaded back up and headed down the back roads by the lake to the house. As we pulled into town we stopped at a gas station/cafe and got a snack.
I didn't get to make the Rally or any of the other things I wanted to do. But, This turned out to be a good weekend. Lots of short rides and good friends and family.
Now this little snack at a gas station seemed to be a good end to the day, weekend.
Hope to catch ya on the road.
This morning I had planned to head out early and spend the day in Eureka Springs at the Thunder in The Mountain rally. However, I had a few things get in my way. With me family always comes first and when I was told my sister was up from Texas for a short weekend. Well, there will be another Eureka even.
I loaded up and headed the seventy miles to my moms place and a visit with my sister.
The weather was mildly overcast and warm. Great riding weather.
I hit 412 and settled into a nice easy sixty miles per and before I knew it I was stopping for Hush Puppies and to top off my tank at Marble. After gas and grub I pulled back out and hit Highway 21 and ran hard over to Kingston and then Boxley. Running through the valley I saw several riders that seemed to be making one of the area runs that usually occurs when there's a big rally going on in the area. They all waved like they were having a good time. I tried taking a few pictures of them as I road along. None came out any better that major fuzzy.
Pulling into moms I suddenly felt hungry. This usually happens when I go home. Parking the bike I head in only to find that they all had headed to Branson To the Hospital. Seems that My uncle, moms brother was admitted for emergency bypass surgery.
After a few phone calls and finding out what was going on I settled down and fixed a sandwich.
The ride down had been a quick one. I went out to look the bike over to see if there was any noticeable problems. Other than my chain needing tightening everything looked good. Thinking about it I unstrapped my over night bag and decided to stay. Mom had said that they would most likely be back late tonight.
I don't know what time they came in. I was doing some heavy sleeping. My uncles operation was apparently, a "routine" but emergency surgery. I'm not still sure I understand that one.
I had a good visit with my sister. When she pulled out to head back to Texas I headed back out for home.
My ride back up was a good one. Lots of riders on the road. That always makes for a good trip of any kind.
Taking my usual most direct route back I was home in about an hour. All told almost 200 miles in, by the clock, about 2 1/2 to three hours.
Figuring to just coast the rest of the weekend I unloaded my bike and started looking for things to putter around with around the house. As I was getting into the idea of mowing the yard a friend called and asked if I wanted to ride over to a junk shop with him. He was looking for some wheels for a trailer. Really he admitted, he just wanted to get out and ride a bit. He had recently bought my father in laws Shadow and hadn't gotten to ride it much. He also said he wanted to kind of clear his head.
We pulled out and made a quick run over to the junk shop. It was closed. looking around as much as we could without ending up in jail we didn't see anything like what he was after. Pulling back out we headed back toward home. Along the way we detoured and made a longer ride home of it.
Running up this new section of 412 was fun. Windy, but fun. We ended up stopping at a tractor and farm supply place just out of Springdale a few miles and looking around. This place almost had everything. It would have been perfect if it had had an RC Cola and Moon Pie dispenser.
After killing a few minutes we loaded back up and headed down the back roads by the lake to the house. As we pulled into town we stopped at a gas station/cafe and got a snack.
I didn't get to make the Rally or any of the other things I wanted to do. But, This turned out to be a good weekend. Lots of short rides and good friends and family.
Now this little snack at a gas station seemed to be a good end to the day, weekend.
Hope to catch ya on the road.
Friday, April 24, 2009
4-24-2009
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This morning was a nice morning for a ride. Perfect temperature and slightly overcast.
I loaded up for my usual run into work and had hoped to take off around noon to head to Eureka Springs for the Thunder in the Mountains Rally.
My ride in was kind of it's usual. I did notice several more bikes on the road and that always makes for a nicer morning ride. I pulled into work and found out that I wouldn't be able to take off early and that made for one very long day. Especially, as I watched bikes roll by, all headed in the direction of Eureka.
Since I have to stay all day I have altered my plans to just head for home at quitting time and try for an early start in the morning. The pups will like that.
I'm hoping to spend at least Saturday and Saturday night and get some pictures.
Hope to catch ya on the road
This morning was a nice morning for a ride. Perfect temperature and slightly overcast.
I loaded up for my usual run into work and had hoped to take off around noon to head to Eureka Springs for the Thunder in the Mountains Rally.
My ride in was kind of it's usual. I did notice several more bikes on the road and that always makes for a nicer morning ride. I pulled into work and found out that I wouldn't be able to take off early and that made for one very long day. Especially, as I watched bikes roll by, all headed in the direction of Eureka.
Since I have to stay all day I have altered my plans to just head for home at quitting time and try for an early start in the morning. The pups will like that.
I'm hoping to spend at least Saturday and Saturday night and get some pictures.
Hope to catch ya on the road
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
4-22-09
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Pulling out to go to work this morning was another real battle. Today is forecast to be another perfect day for riding or really anything, besides work.
As I got to the end of my driveway my bike just shut off. I hit the starter and nothing. I had a problem with a blown fuse a couple of days ago and so I started with my fuse box. Sure enough. The main fuse was blown again. Thinking that this is getting to be sort of like work, I hot wired it together and limped down to the Gas station.
Putting in another fuse I had a realization come over me. My bike is 32 years old and that means old, brittle wiring. It also means that I'll be spending a weekend replacing some of the wiring harness. Once I got the new fuse put in the old gal fired up and ran smooth all the way to work.
This mornings ride wasn't as bad as yesterdays. The traffic was considerably lighter and seemed more lazy. I made real good time and even rode a few miles with about eight or nine other bikes that I rode up on. It was fun. Like we were just picking up strays as we went and making a big herd. Running up 412 cars kinda moved over for us and let us have the outside lane.
I peeled off the pack and pulled into work. Hoping that quitting time wouldn't necessarily take eight hours to get there. I parked and ambled in to another day of watching traffic go by.
As hard as I tried, it still took eight hours but quitting time finally made it and I headed out into traffic. Pulling up to a traffic light on 412 I was joined by a rider that I kinda knew from the area. He said he was going to look at some older bikes that were for sale on the edge of town and asked if I knew anything about them. I didn't but was now curious and decided to tag along and look things over. Never know what you'll find tagging along.
Just outside the actual city limits on the east side of town I followed along down a dirt road for about a mile and a half. After some confusion and looking at notes my guide finally announced that we were here. Here was a house with lots of kids bicycles laying around the yard. As we got off the bikes a lady came to the door and after a few moments we were instructed to go around the side of the house to the car port type building.
Inside this garage of sorts we found three bikes. All older, 70's models, Japenese bikes.
Mostly they were rolling parts bikes. It had been several years since anyone had done anything other than take stuff off these bikes. The only one that showed any promise was a 74 RD 350.
The lady that owned them said she was trying to get rid of them and quoted a price that was a little on the high side for me since I wasnt needing parts. Mac said he wasnt interested in them at all. He was looking for a runninng wreck t o work on for someone to learn to ride on.
After talking to the woman about some of the local online auctions and ebay and all that, we headed back out to 412.
At a convenience store over a coke and a heat and eat burrito, Mac told me he was looking for a small bike for his girfriend to learn to ride on. I told him that I would keep and ear out and took his number.
Since I was already on the road to Hindsville I decided to just head on down and make the loop to go home.
It was a fairly quick trip since the highway was all but finished. It was a nice smooth ride like all new roads are. Give it a few months with all the truck traffic and it'll be back to normal.
Pulling into my drive I could hear my pups barking. Letting me know that I was a little late. There always a happy bunch of Vermin. Parking, I gave my bike the end of ride once over and thought that today had been a good riding day. Wish I could have done more of it.
Ah well, my little ankle bitters still love me.
Hope to catch ya on the road.
Pulling out to go to work this morning was another real battle. Today is forecast to be another perfect day for riding or really anything, besides work.
As I got to the end of my driveway my bike just shut off. I hit the starter and nothing. I had a problem with a blown fuse a couple of days ago and so I started with my fuse box. Sure enough. The main fuse was blown again. Thinking that this is getting to be sort of like work, I hot wired it together and limped down to the Gas station.
Putting in another fuse I had a realization come over me. My bike is 32 years old and that means old, brittle wiring. It also means that I'll be spending a weekend replacing some of the wiring harness. Once I got the new fuse put in the old gal fired up and ran smooth all the way to work.
This mornings ride wasn't as bad as yesterdays. The traffic was considerably lighter and seemed more lazy. I made real good time and even rode a few miles with about eight or nine other bikes that I rode up on. It was fun. Like we were just picking up strays as we went and making a big herd. Running up 412 cars kinda moved over for us and let us have the outside lane.
I peeled off the pack and pulled into work. Hoping that quitting time wouldn't necessarily take eight hours to get there. I parked and ambled in to another day of watching traffic go by.
As hard as I tried, it still took eight hours but quitting time finally made it and I headed out into traffic. Pulling up to a traffic light on 412 I was joined by a rider that I kinda knew from the area. He said he was going to look at some older bikes that were for sale on the edge of town and asked if I knew anything about them. I didn't but was now curious and decided to tag along and look things over. Never know what you'll find tagging along.
Just outside the actual city limits on the east side of town I followed along down a dirt road for about a mile and a half. After some confusion and looking at notes my guide finally announced that we were here. Here was a house with lots of kids bicycles laying around the yard. As we got off the bikes a lady came to the door and after a few moments we were instructed to go around the side of the house to the car port type building.
Inside this garage of sorts we found three bikes. All older, 70's models, Japenese bikes.
Mostly they were rolling parts bikes. It had been several years since anyone had done anything other than take stuff off these bikes. The only one that showed any promise was a 74 RD 350.
The lady that owned them said she was trying to get rid of them and quoted a price that was a little on the high side for me since I wasnt needing parts. Mac said he wasnt interested in them at all. He was looking for a runninng wreck t o work on for someone to learn to ride on.
After talking to the woman about some of the local online auctions and ebay and all that, we headed back out to 412.
At a convenience store over a coke and a heat and eat burrito, Mac told me he was looking for a small bike for his girfriend to learn to ride on. I told him that I would keep and ear out and took his number.
Since I was already on the road to Hindsville I decided to just head on down and make the loop to go home.
It was a fairly quick trip since the highway was all but finished. It was a nice smooth ride like all new roads are. Give it a few months with all the truck traffic and it'll be back to normal.
Pulling into my drive I could hear my pups barking. Letting me know that I was a little late. There always a happy bunch of Vermin. Parking, I gave my bike the end of ride once over and thought that today had been a good riding day. Wish I could have done more of it.
Ah well, my little ankle bitters still love me.
Hope to catch ya on the road.
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
4-21-2009 Short morning ride
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I looked out at my bike this morning and really didn't want to go to work. The weather is suppose to be in the seventies today and I would much rather make a trip than just a ride in to work.
After strapping on all my junk I shoved a couple of tennis balls under my old Triumph solo seat and headed down my drive. I had read or dreamed up that tennis balls would help make for a less rigid ride. So far, just based on his mornings ride they did help a little. I think I just need to work out the correct positioning for them.
I caught a pretty good hole in the morning traffic and it seemed like I had the highway all to myself. Catching a groove at about sixty five I seemed to just sort of floated along to my turn off at the foot of the mountain. This smooth running just proved that today would be better spent making a trip somewhere. All along the way around the mountain I was trying to come up with a good excuse to call in to work with. Nothing really good came to mind. Ah well, guess I'll just have to be content with a short ride.
Coming into Springdale my hole had closed and traffic was everywhere. At my first traffic light cars crowed me from every direction. Once the light changed it seemed like everyone jumped at once and I had that "pinball" feeling again.
As I pulled up to Robinson I got a good look at how morning traffic was. Cars were dragging the light badly. Guess everyone had overslept this morning. I dodged cars and trucks all the way up to work. As I pulled into the drive at work I had a car following me real close. Too close for comfort. He managed to not hit me as I turned off but he wasn't so lucky as the one that was tailgating him bumped him. I pulled up by the Guard shack and sat and watched for a few minutes. Both drivers were hot and ended up calling the cops.
All in all I had a great morning ride. I even made good time considering the idiocy of the morning traffic. Now, if my day will pass quickly I'm already ready to get back out in that mess again and see if I can make good time going back home.
Hope to catch ya on the road
I looked out at my bike this morning and really didn't want to go to work. The weather is suppose to be in the seventies today and I would much rather make a trip than just a ride in to work.
After strapping on all my junk I shoved a couple of tennis balls under my old Triumph solo seat and headed down my drive. I had read or dreamed up that tennis balls would help make for a less rigid ride. So far, just based on his mornings ride they did help a little. I think I just need to work out the correct positioning for them.
I caught a pretty good hole in the morning traffic and it seemed like I had the highway all to myself. Catching a groove at about sixty five I seemed to just sort of floated along to my turn off at the foot of the mountain. This smooth running just proved that today would be better spent making a trip somewhere. All along the way around the mountain I was trying to come up with a good excuse to call in to work with. Nothing really good came to mind. Ah well, guess I'll just have to be content with a short ride.
Coming into Springdale my hole had closed and traffic was everywhere. At my first traffic light cars crowed me from every direction. Once the light changed it seemed like everyone jumped at once and I had that "pinball" feeling again.
As I pulled up to Robinson I got a good look at how morning traffic was. Cars were dragging the light badly. Guess everyone had overslept this morning. I dodged cars and trucks all the way up to work. As I pulled into the drive at work I had a car following me real close. Too close for comfort. He managed to not hit me as I turned off but he wasn't so lucky as the one that was tailgating him bumped him. I pulled up by the Guard shack and sat and watched for a few minutes. Both drivers were hot and ended up calling the cops.
All in all I had a great morning ride. I even made good time considering the idiocy of the morning traffic. Now, if my day will pass quickly I'm already ready to get back out in that mess again and see if I can make good time going back home.
Hope to catch ya on the road
Sunday, April 19, 2009
April 19, 2009
365 Group
Today started out stormy and lots of rain.
When the weather finally broke I decided to ride down to the grocery store and pick up a few things for lunch for the coming work week. I grabbed my rain gear and headed to the bike, It was wet but warm and had all the makings of a good quick ride. Turning on the key the starter didn't make a sound. I noticed that I didn't have any lights. Normally I run the daylight with them off except for last night I remembered that I had cut the engine before turning them off.
After about a half dozen kicks I figured that maybe the old girl had given up on me. 32 years old and pretty much regular operation up until now led me to believe that she was just getting broken in.
Thinking things over a little I figured that maybe a battery cable had came off after last nights ride. Checking, I found them to be tight. That left the fuses. I popped off the side cover and searched out the fuse box. Sure enough I had somehow blown the main fuse. Looking it over I figure it was probably the original fuse. A round glass 20 amp job that I really don't think anyone uses any more.
Figuring I could pick one up at the gas station just down the road I clipped the wires together and yep, it fired up. I made a dash down my drive and hit the street in a hurry. I wasn't too sure how long that old wiring would last wired direct and really wasn't in a mood to find out. I got my speed up, shut the motor off and coasted up to the gas station.
Looking through the supply of fuses at the station I found lots of newer blade types and no old style glass ones. Just as I was about to give up I lucked onto several dusty packages of glass fuses. Seeing as how I didn't yet know what was causing the fuse to blow I bought all of them.
I put the new fuse in and fired up. Thinking that this wasn't too bad, that fuses blew, I pulled out and headed on to the grocery store. The bike ran great all the way.
Since I had back up fuses now I decided on a short ride around town to see if anyone of note was riding.
I cris crossed this little metroplex of ours and really didn't find anyone that I knew. I did see several bikes out but they seemed to be in a hurry to get someplace. Also the weather most likely had a lot to do with things. No one wants to be caught riding in the rain in Northwest Arkansas traffic.
After about an hour I noticed the sky getting real dark and figured I had better get my groceries and beat it back to the house. I strapped on all the stuff I bought and I must admit it looked ...interesting. Several people gave it a odd look.
I pulled out for the store and started toward the house just as the sprinkling started. The rain appeared to be coming from behind me so I gave the throttle a twist and did my best to stay ahead of it. I guess you could say I was about 85 % successful. I was wet when I pulled into the drive and parked. I wasn't soaked but I was wet. I unloaded my stuff and covered the bike.
Hopefully this weather will let up some this evening. I have been invited out for Pizza. One thing I have learned about Pizza is it is more enjoyable if your not soaked to the bone.
Hope to catch ya on the road
Today started out stormy and lots of rain.
When the weather finally broke I decided to ride down to the grocery store and pick up a few things for lunch for the coming work week. I grabbed my rain gear and headed to the bike, It was wet but warm and had all the makings of a good quick ride. Turning on the key the starter didn't make a sound. I noticed that I didn't have any lights. Normally I run the daylight with them off except for last night I remembered that I had cut the engine before turning them off.
After about a half dozen kicks I figured that maybe the old girl had given up on me. 32 years old and pretty much regular operation up until now led me to believe that she was just getting broken in.
Thinking things over a little I figured that maybe a battery cable had came off after last nights ride. Checking, I found them to be tight. That left the fuses. I popped off the side cover and searched out the fuse box. Sure enough I had somehow blown the main fuse. Looking it over I figure it was probably the original fuse. A round glass 20 amp job that I really don't think anyone uses any more.
Figuring I could pick one up at the gas station just down the road I clipped the wires together and yep, it fired up. I made a dash down my drive and hit the street in a hurry. I wasn't too sure how long that old wiring would last wired direct and really wasn't in a mood to find out. I got my speed up, shut the motor off and coasted up to the gas station.
Looking through the supply of fuses at the station I found lots of newer blade types and no old style glass ones. Just as I was about to give up I lucked onto several dusty packages of glass fuses. Seeing as how I didn't yet know what was causing the fuse to blow I bought all of them.
I put the new fuse in and fired up. Thinking that this wasn't too bad, that fuses blew, I pulled out and headed on to the grocery store. The bike ran great all the way.
Since I had back up fuses now I decided on a short ride around town to see if anyone of note was riding.
I cris crossed this little metroplex of ours and really didn't find anyone that I knew. I did see several bikes out but they seemed to be in a hurry to get someplace. Also the weather most likely had a lot to do with things. No one wants to be caught riding in the rain in Northwest Arkansas traffic.
After about an hour I noticed the sky getting real dark and figured I had better get my groceries and beat it back to the house. I strapped on all the stuff I bought and I must admit it looked ...interesting. Several people gave it a odd look.
I pulled out for the store and started toward the house just as the sprinkling started. The rain appeared to be coming from behind me so I gave the throttle a twist and did my best to stay ahead of it. I guess you could say I was about 85 % successful. I was wet when I pulled into the drive and parked. I wasn't soaked but I was wet. I unloaded my stuff and covered the bike.
Hopefully this weather will let up some this evening. I have been invited out for Pizza. One thing I have learned about Pizza is it is more enjoyable if your not soaked to the bone.
Hope to catch ya on the road
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