The Law Of “what could possibly….”

The Law of “What could possibly go wrong?” came into play at 9:45pm the day before our holiday.   

At 9 the conversation was started with:

I’m just going into the garage to throw some last minute things on the bike. 

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Honey?   Do you smell gas?

And so it began.  The dreams of our trip that took a year to plan – stalled.   It would seem that the coupling on my gas tank decided to give way the night before our trip.  So at 9:30 pm the drip became a small trickle then a stream of gas before a stressed phone call to a friend (whom I personally think wears blue tights and a red cape) came over to look at the problem.  Being a mechanic by trade , this guy knows what he’s doing and a heck of a lot more than my husband and I combined.  

  

  
By midnight we had looked at the manual, consulted the web, searched YouTube and Google and placed a very frantic phone call to a local emergency mechanic number stating “Please help!  We are trying to leave for Sturgis in the morning! Please call when you get this!”    

Somewhere at 11:15 pm we all looked at my husbands perfectly packed Electra Glide and made the call that it now needed to be striped of all the packed gear and re packed with gear for two.  

Off came the tent….off came the sleeping bags…….and the foamies…….and the rain gear…….and the camp chairs.    Basically everything that was deemed nonessential was striped off and turfed on the garage floor.  Debates and decision waged.   The final outcome was that we would buy a tent and sleeping bags when we reached Gillette WY.  It was the only way.   And if they didn’t have tents-a tarp with rope, tent pegs, two poles, and we would switch off using the foamy.  (when you get old, sleeping directly on the ground loses its appeal pretty quickly). 

Midnight rolled around to find us repacked  and laying in bed staring at the ceiling – myself wondering how our plans had so quickly evaporated – my poor husband wondering when I had developed Tourette’s and how the hell we were going to survive the trip. (As a side note – after so many years of riding my own bike I am fully cognizant of the fact that I do not make a good passenger).  

There was no question of cancelling this trip.  A year in the planning.  Non refundable hotels and camping reservations.   A celebration of 25 years of marriage.   

Let the adventures begin.  

  

This years addition

Every year I add a little ‘something’ to the saddlebags. Each piece has to fit a certain criteria. It has to be light weight, durable, inexpensive and small enough to fit into a motorcycle saddle bag.
While working up north I stumbled upon the idea of a Bluetooth wireless rechargeable keyboard. I’d heard rumours of such an animal, but never seen one – until I stumbled on one by accident.

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Small and portable, this little marvel is a little larger than my 5″ x 9″ journal. It can be charged overnight in a wall socket and stowed in relatively small space. A very reasonable investment of $25 on sale found this little gem in my purse (yes it’s that small!), and an invaluable tool that turns my iPhone into a word processor.

It’s one of those days.

The problem with buying a secondhand bike, is that as you start to learn about the bike, and ride it, and get to know the bike for what it is, you start to discover some of the things that were done by the previous owner. One of the things I discovered was that the highway pegs had been installed upside down. Sometimes, a person just has to scratch their head.

I’m starting to get to know the bike and today was a perfect day to take it out for a long ride. A trip to the bike games in Nanaimo and a sunny day with a long ride was exactly what was needed. I saw lots of friends, that I hadn’t seen before. I also met up with people I hadn’t seen for a long time. It was a good day with good weather and a good ride.

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Awwww

So you say that when you are riding your motorcycle you get chased by dogs?  Thats cute…

In Canada – getting chased by a canine takes on a whole new meaning:

 

http://news.nationalpost.com/2013/06/14/banff-motorcyclist-pursued-by-massive-grey-wolf-along-stretch-of-b-c-highway-takes-pictures/

 

 

 

 

Russia’s Night Wolves Ride across the Ukrainian border


I came across this post on the pages of the internet.  YES that is Vladimir Putin in the lead on a trike.

I’m all for group rides but something about this one makes me very wary.

Vladimir Putin rides across the border into the Ukraine with his motorcycle brothers at his side. <– click here to read