Wednesday, July 10, 2013

The rains came and we kept riding...

The day started out great. We had nearly 250 miles to cover and I mapped out a route off the beaten path. At breakfast, we met a guy who had an older Royal Enfield (that's a bit of an oxymoron), sidecar and all. After breakfast, he kickstarted it and waited the obligatory 10 minutes until it would idle without the choke (no fuel injection on this motorcycle) during which time he told me a story about riding a Harley in 1932. But since he didn't look 90+ years old, I'm assuming he actually meant he rode a 1932 Harley sometime in his past. It was hard to hear him clearly and I got embarrassed asking him to repeat himself so many times that I went into 'head nodding-saying yes-smiling' mode as he talked. (I got the distinct impression he didn't get many opportunities to talk to people.) He finally waved bye and motored off which I took as a cue meaning he was done talking. 




With about 60 miles before we arrived at the cabin, the bottom fell out and we rode through some pretty fierce rain. We donned our rain gear but when it rains as hard as it did today there's no way to stay completely dry. I didn't get any photos because I didn't want to get my equipment wet, so you'll have to take my word for it. 



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