I just walked in the door. Still got the boots on.
Hey sorry I was late. Traffic on the 5 was Down the 25M/H for 20 miles.
I won't split lanes if traffic is moving that speed. Learned my lesson on that one.
You should have told me that you wanted an "art" shot. I would have got stark nekked and layed down in the middle of the road.
You guys missed it. After we broke up at Bombay Bch at continued up the 111 to Mecca. I got gas at the turn-off to Box Canyon.
It is a great little ride.
Heres the good part. Hang on 'cause it's a bumpy ride.
I'm just over 1/2 way through Box Cyn going down the road at 65mph
and I hit a screw dead center on the back tire.
Can you say IMMEDIATE AND CATASTROPHIC FAILURE. I can
I kept it upright. I was, how do you say, HIGHLY MOTIVATED to do so.
Came to a stop in the middle of the road. Which is good because there is no shoulder.
Had to push the bike about 200yards to get it out of the road.
So. here's my situation in a nut shell.
I've just had a Magor moment< got a flat rear tire, I'm OUT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE "GREAT Nowhere", I'm facing a 4 mile walk to the nearest thing that caude be considered "HELP", it 4pm on a Saturday
In short, Gentleman, I'm F*U*CKE*D..
Now. This Is the question I put to you'll.
Do you
A) Sit next to your bike shaking as you imagine yourself sliding across the pavement at 65mph?
B) Or do you realize that once again you have cheated Death and decide to celebrate?
I being an eternal optimist decide that plan "b" is the best option.
Lucky for my, I just happen to have a couple of Warm Tacates.
A drink a couple while I get sorted out. Put a couple in my cargo pockets and right a note and attach it to the bike.
I must admit I didn't enjoy the hike out to much. Kind of strange really, seeing as how I was planning on going hiking the next day.
Must of been the circumstances :???: .
The rest is rather mundane, dark, flatbeds, nowhere.
Got a tow into Indio to a bike shop.
He was actually still open ( well drinking beers in the back) 6:30 on a Saturday. No problem says he. Come back tomorrow. No problem say I. Great, nearest motel was 1/4 mile away.
I told TOP that hell would freeze before I humped an Alice Pack again, but I'm here to tell you boys that Hell does freeze.
RUCK UP.
Spent the night in a flop (that is being generous) and went to the bike shop the next 10am the next morning.
The bike was ready. $65.
I put the question to you again.
A) Do you retreat back home as you lick your wounds?
or
B) Do you decide that it is a great day for a ride and backtrack 40 miles and pick it up where you left off?
It was a nice day in J-Tree. Saw a BMW with A HACK. Couldn't believe it. We stopped and talked for about an hour. They were a grand-dad and grandchild. Really quite cool. Both were seriously stoked.
So was I.
It was ***** good fun.
We should do it again. :-D (really)
Honest to God's truth. Couldn't make it up if I tried.
I'm going to take off the boots and head for the shower. I earned it.
"Want to play. Put your money on the table"
What did you do this weekend?