| Author | Message | ||
     Danny_h__jesternut |
Worst weather you say you rode in? Bad Weather Riders indeed! Ft. Lauderdale, Tropical storm '93' 883 | ||
| Xl1200r |
Pennsylvania and New York State, driving rain, almost 300 miles, temperature never broke 30. Good times. Also been in plenty of very strong thunderstorms. | ||
| Acav80 |
Honeymoon on the Uly this September found me and the new wife crossing Kansas in the middle of Hurricane Ike's death throws. Springfield, CO to Tulsa, OK. Rain. Nonstop. | ||
| Wolfridgerider |
Coming home to Columbus Ohio from the HD 100th... Started raining north of Chicago... 400 miles later, it was still raining... I'm not talk'n drizzle.... full blown down pour for about 8 hours I have stayed drier in a swimming pool OR.... Going to Primary Officers training for HOG at Homestead Virginia from Columbus OH Left home in the rain, By the time we hit Hico Harley Davidson it was snowing. We where told it was really snowing on the Mountain.. "The Mountain??" "We have been going up for the last hour" "How much more up could there be?" Thank god it wasn't sticking to the road but it did stick to the Road King and me! We had about a 1/2" worth of ICE stuck to the front of everything... Damn that was a cold ride! The thing about that ride that sticks in my head the most was how the snow stuck on the branches... It was like riding in a white tunnel in a few places | ||
| Slaughter |
Loud pipes, hangover, 120(F) in the shade. 19 years old and 250 miles to ride to my first day on a new job on a Monday | ||
| Froggy |
Snowing right now on me  | ||
| Tripp |
below 0, 25 min. hwy ride, jeans , 70's marine corp. jacket and crappy gloves, really had to get somewhere 22y.o. no car, now can't remember where i went, haha | ||
| Edgydrifter |
Last summer, riding near Grand Coulee Dam. Temp was well over 100 and the wind was gusting 50+mph perpendicular to the highway. At one point I was literally blown off the road by a sudden gust, across the shoulder and into the grass. That was very unpleasant. I would have needed a fresh pair of undies, but all day I'd been sweating out moisture as fast as I could chug it, and my body was bone dry. I had three more hours ahead of me on the road that day, and the conditions never improved at all. By the time I pulled into the motel, I was seriously bushed. Much beer was drunk that night, I can tell you. | ||
| 2008xb12scg |
California, light drizzle and chilly. I'm such a wuss... | ||
| Hr_puffinstuff |
53 miles one way to work every day. in January and December. in Wisconsin. on a CB750. did i mention it was in January and December...in Wisconsin? rode right thru a dust devil once. i never would've thought that cute little funnel could pick up my bike, but it did. then it set me down SIDEWAYS. i was going about 60 when i hit it, and have no idea how i managed to keep it upright. | ||
| Xbpete |
Rode single from SanDiego down Baja with a chick on a 1200 Sportie, I was on the same. She rode well in SanDiego, but.... 105 degrees hot and all she did was slam shots of Tequila every time we hit a saloon on the way south ... nagged and complained of a headache all the way back every time she stopped... 3 days was an eternity | ||
| Pkforbes87 |
40 - 50 degrees. riding from Omaha, NE to Springfield, MO on a Blast in a thunderstorm. When I went through Kansas City tornado sirens were going off. The trip was all to see a girl. Turned out to be well worth it. | ||
| Edgydrifter |
It almost always is! | ||
| Etennuly |
Back in the day a buddy of mine and I rode our '73 XL 250's about 60 miles up Lake Chautauqua NY. It was a 70F October day. We stopped to see a girl he knew and next thing we know it is dark and raining. Back in the 70's there was no weather channel, GPS, or even weather satellites for that matter. We rode that 60 miles home in the rain and the temperature had dropped to 38F. We were wearing light jean jackets, t shirts, jeans, no gloves, riding boots that were not waterproof, open face helmets with 1/2 shields. To get over the hypothermia I got in a tub of ice cold faucet water and warmed it up over a few hours. Until that day I didn't know that room temperature water on the body could sting so bad. I don't think I ever warmed up that entire winter in NW Pennsylvania. | ||
| 86129squids |
Kick starting a '90 DR650, cold, at 19 degrees, at 1:30am, after working a hard shift at a Knoxvegas restaurant. Ride home- at each stoplight, reach down with the leather gloves and embrace the motor. Careful not to cook beef jerky. Get inside, and fingertips are uniformly white at the tips. Glad I can still type. | ||
| Cityxslicker |
This time last year, coming home from the IMS 18 inches of rain in 12 hours. The road to the shop was washed out, and there was water standing across the road to the height of the jersey barrier. Found out just how deep the Bueller could snorkel. | ||
| Brumbear |
Dec 1991 on my fatboy only transportation I had back and forth to work the jersey Turnpike/parkway Newark to Sayerville wind howling like a banshee and freezing temps going over the raritan bridge fun times | ||
| Ochoa0042 |
I almost ran over a ladder that was sprawled all over the lane on the highway, oh wait weather related, nothing interesting to say there | ||
| Ravensmith22 |
On the way to a friend's birthday dinner, it decided to hail while I was on the freeway,quarter-sized hail at that. I was a little deaf when I got there from the noise inside my helmet, and I felt like I'd been beaten like a pinata. | ||
| Corporatemonkey |
Coldest: Last year heading out to deal with a death, I got caught in a freezing rain/snow mix. Snow hurts... I still don't know how I made it home in one piece. Hottest: I recorded a temperature of 127 degrees in traffic near Spokane WA. The frame had gotten so hot the rubber visor wipe on my glove started to melt when I touched it. Oil turned pure black on that trip. | ||
| Bikerjim99 |
Many years ago I was coming home from Central Michigan University with my Suzuki T-500 in cold weather, about 10 degrees. I made 30 miles, had to stop at 3 in the morning at a gas station rest room. I stayed there for over an hour, trying to thaw. I made the next 25 miles, somehow. Ruined the engine on the old two stroke when the injection oil was too thick to flow to the engine. Still miss that bike. | ||
| Leftcoastal |
May of '75 (that's 1/4 of the way back into the last century, when ya think about it!) I was heading to southern Idaho from LA. Girlfriend (aka 'Psycho Bitch from Hell') and I on my '62 FL, (shovel top end, '54 wishbone frame and 4 over wideglide). Loaded to the gills with sleeping bags and backpacks. A bit south of Provo is a place called "point of the mountain" where the Interstate goes over the tail end of a mountain, near a prison. Gawdawful lonely desolate place, in good weather. This wasn't. About 25 degrees, snowing, but with the wind blowing a steady 40 mph, and gusts to 70, the snow was landing somewhere in Nevada. The wind was blowing so hard from the east, that the bike was steadily leaning against the pipes, and when the gusts hit they would lever the rear wheel off the road and we'd get blown over to the edge of the shoulder in the center of the highway. Then fight back to as far right as possible before the next gust did it again. There were tumble weeds the size of small cars coming down the mountain, hitting ground every hundred feet or so. Had to dodge them along with try to keep the bike running, as the wind seemed to be sucking a vacuum behind the air cleaner cover and it was running like crap. Didn't dare try to stop! Wierd racket coming from the rear of the bike - turned out to be a record breaking sustained blood-curdling scream coming from PBfH. Just a bit ahead, I saw a truck hit his brakes and slow up - I got up next to his trailor (cattle hauler and low to the ground!) and he started upshifting - He must have seen I was in trouble and slowed to let me get on the lee side of that truck and out of that wind. Rode next to the truck over the rest of the hill and down in to the valley where it was just breezy, but snowing pretty hard. Pretty sure that driver got us out of what could have been something other than memories and a crazy story to tell. Found a Motel, and something harsh and amber colored to drink for the rest of the day and night. To this day, if I'm in a car or on the bike, if there is a trucker that needs to change lanes or whatever, I'll flash the lights and guide him in. AL | ||
| Edgydrifter |
Corporatemonkey: Oh, I hear ya. I crossed north into Canada at Osoyoos a few years ago in ungodly heat. It was 115 and I was wearing leathers. Brutal. Hot is not the first adjective that springs to mind when thinking of riding in Washington, but the eastern half of the state in the summer is a real torch. When you end the day someplace like Lewiston or Walla Walla and are relieved because its "only" 100, that's quite hot enough. | ||
| Leftcoastal |
Wettest: '74 - Rode my old '56 Panhead chopper kinda thing in a "nor-east-er" along the southern Maine coastline into Boston. No front fender. Never seen harder rain. Poured water out of my boots and the top of my head was soaked inside the 3/4 Bell helmet I was wearing. It was night, and about 45 degrees - I'm sure I was borderline hypothermic when I got where I was headed. Yea - fun times there! (NOT) AL | ||
| Brumbear |
Wettes: this year sat. headless horseman all 300+ miles the last 75 I felt like luetenant Dan in forset Gump on the mast of the shrimpin boat | ||
| Hammeroid |
Snow on the palisades in march. And as far as warwick with Brum. | ||
| Americanmadexb |
you guys are nutz.. my bikes parked at 45 degrees and doesn't come out till spring!! | ||
| M2nc |
I rode home yesterday in the rain. I have been out on the bike and caught many times by rain. One year I was trying to make it to Salisbury for a bike event and had to stay at a gas station for two hours at the lightning bolts fell. The storm was not moving and I was tired of waiting so I rode on. I had to change my direction because the some of the roads I was going to take were flooded. Five miles out of town the skies cleared. I do not know what those town people did, but some one was pissed at them. The worst though was last January, it was raining hard, dark and 39°F. We rode some 300 miles on this day.  |
