Pride before the fall
To be on the safe side I went to walmart and picked up some brand new tie-downs for the bike. Curt and Sherry helped me load her up and strap her down, which isn't nearly as fun as it sounds, and this morning I headed on down to Tennessee.
I had been on the road about three hours. I was just past beckley, WV, rollin' south on 77, when it happened. Code Brown! I'm looking in my mirror, when I hear ***POP***, and I see the bike fall over in the trailer. Apparently human heart does NOT taste like chicken. At least mine didn't. I gagged a bit on it when it decided to jump out of my chest but I was eventually able to force it back down.
It seems that i remembered to put the kick-stand down, and it had caught the bike. I knew better than to hit the breaks. I just let the truck gradually slow down. I caught a break and actually coasted right into a spot in a rest area!
I changed my underwear, then grabbed the spare tie-down (be prepared) and tried to calm down. The spare is ok for emergency use, but it would last long. I limped on down a few more miles to an exit with a walmart, and somehow managed to get the truck there and stopped safely without destroyin' my newly painted, super-cool bike. You cannot imagine how much I cussed.
So anyway, I go to walmart and buy two 1200 pound tie-downs. Mind you, they don't weigh 1200 pounds. They hold that much up. But I digress...
I was happily strapping the bike down when this fatass on a harley pulls up. For one fleeting moment I thought, "Hey cool, dude is gonna offer to help out a biker in need." Right.
"Hey boy, you know if you had a harley you wouldn't have to trailer that bike. You could ride it where you're going."
Now imagine. Here I am, about to ride this bike 4000 miles to the Grand Mutha-F.....g Canyon, and this fatass is gonna talk shit about his bar-hopper with 1500 miles on it.
I less than tactfully explain the situation.
"You ain't takin' that bike out west. Not unless you know a good chiropractor."
Given the circumstances I don't think it should've been illegal for me to shoot this bastard. Ahhh... but the Good Lord had other plans...
I hopped down off the trailer and started taking a good look at his Harley. It was a polished up older dyna. I knelt down and checked out the chrome covers when I noticed something drip from the case. Muwahahahahahahaha!
I wiped a bit on to my finger and said, "Damn. This is a fine lookin' bike buddy... But umm.... You're leakin' oil."
I made it to Murfreesboro safe and sound. Any of the Nashville contingent lookin' to grab a beer, gimmie a holler in the comments. We roll next sunday.