| Author | Message | ||
     Bikertrash05 |
The morning was sunny, hot, and humid. I had just completed another day of 3rd shift work, and Friday was upon me. What was in store for me this eventful morning, I would have never guessed. I go out to my bike, which was the only one who dared to brave the questionable weather that could be brewing through the night. After adorning my gear and firing up the motor, I head out for a nice hour long commute home, or so I though. Pulling out of the parking lot, I noticed extremely poor handling; a flat rear tire. A friend stops, asks if I need a lift. "No", I replied, "I need a tire", I said jokingly. After pushing the bike back into the parking lot, my friend and I inspect the tire. Sure enough, there is a pin size hole. Good things happen to good people, and this was no exception. The flat was a bad thing, but it brought the good together. The night before, I had made a delicious dinner of pork tenderloin simmered in a chipotle sauce, and my father decided to stay and feast and go into work an hour late and an hour late. Therefore, my father on his ElectraGlide, and his tire plug kit, was available to assist me. After the crash course in tire plugging, my friend went on his way and my father and I proceeded to the nearest gas station with free air and a gage, for the maintenance at the shop who provided the tank of air didn't have one. We gassed up, aired up, and decided to head to the nearest Buell dealership, Hal's, to see if just maybe I could have a new tire fitted. As we arrive at the dealership, the good things take a turn for the worst. We notice some ominous clouds rolling in. The sign outside the service entrance says "Same day appointments FULL". I decide to check the price for a rear tire change, and it is more then my dealership I live by. So we check out the showroom, drool over the race replica FireBolt, and head out. Those ominous clouds are now noticeable closer. We make it to the freeway, and the tire plug is holding. With those clouds rolling in, I decide we better chose the quickest way home, which would still be at least a half hour of riding. 10 minutes of riding along side a band of dark clouds that drew a line in the sky, a few drops of rain grace my windshield. We step up the pace to 80mph in hopes of beating the rain home. Our hopes are soon soaked. I have ridden though rain before, but never a thunderstorm. High winds, dangerous lightning, torrential downpour; so this is what the weathermen talk of. Obviously, our pace slowed, and I had to hug the tank to keep the winds from blowing me over. Still, it was a rush! Finally, we made it home. My father and I talk about how well the plug held, and we then decide to read the precautions. "Do not exceed 50 mph." | ||
| Jerry_haughton |
cool story, extra special that your dad and you got to spend some "quality time" together like that. very cool.  Ferris | ||
| Blake |
Nice. Thanks for sharing that. | ||
| Awprior |
Jim, Definitely a cool story. Wish I could ride with my pop. I have a feeling that Mom and Dad wouldn't be living under the same roof if he got a bike... But what a great way to turn a rainy, cappy day into one filled with smiles. |
