Friday, May 20, 2011

I dub thee...

Wednesday and Thursday are behind me...which is for the best. You already know about Wednesday night, but Thursday was just a long hard day.

Let's just put it this way...this is going to be a short trip if the weather doesn't change for the better.

When we finally rolled into Massachusetts, the sun had set. It was getting dark and it started raining again. Then to make matters worse, it got really foggy. We struggled along I-90 for what seemed like forever before we finally got to a travel plaza. After asking around and looking at our maps, we realized we had 10 miles to travel until the first/next exit, where we could then take backroads the rest of the way to our destination. We got back onto the highway, traveling as quickly, but as safely as we could...which means we were doing about 35 to 40 while semis and cars whipped by us at 65. I was riding in back; most motorcycles don't have flashers, so every time a vehicle started approaching us from the rear, I started pumping my brake, hoping to get enough attention to divert them to the left lane instead of plowing into us. We had gone about 3 and a half miles this way when God sent his angel. A good Samaritan pulled in behind me, turned on his flashers, and followed us all the way to the exit. I'm sitting here crying just thinking about it. I have no doubt he may have saved our lives. He never stopped to accept my thanks, I pray that God blesses him tenfold for his great act of kindness.

I'm finding I'm going to have to change my travel plans for another reason, too. There's just no way I can ride 500+ miles per day on this motorcycle. This is my first big trip on it, and I've learned that the kind of travel I had planned, with the hopes of riding out west, are just not going to work. Instead, I will probably grab a hotel in an area for a couple of nights and ride the local roads. I have a feeling that's going to be better anyway. The short ride we took today was a great reminder to me that I really enjoy riding through the hills and valleys, enjoying the scenery, and stopping often enough that the body and the mind have time to relax and unwind. Unfortunately, for me, the Triumph just isn't going to be a good long distance bike. Some guys like to name their motorcycles...Sally, Sue, etc...on long trips, the Triumph has earned the name "Vasectomy."

Pictures are on the way, I promise.

Tomorrow is another day, and another road.

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  1. Uh oh, that's no good. I thought for sure that the Rocket would be a good choice for you. What exactly isn't right about it?

  2. Sounds a little too scarey for me. Take care....


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