c5vetteman
03-08-2004, 01:01 AM
Buddies:
I used to ride alone alot when I first got back into motorcycles. Sense I hooked up with this bunch of X riders I do not seem to strike out on my own anymore. Today was just too nice a day to pass up. The weather man served up another fine forcast that screwed everyone. Anyway, I head out following the map I suggested for a ride. I thought I should make sure the road was still there in case the Mighty Oregon X Riders show up someday for a ride.
And what a great day it is! I bought new rain pants and coat which are in the saddle bags. No need for them. Also no need for the extra sweat shirt and coat that are stuck in the other bag. Things are looking good! So I'm off...........
Now I'm thinking, "I wonder what the weather is like in Portland. It could be raining. This is Oregon. It can sunshine on one side of the street and rain on the other. I should take a picture to show how nice it is here in case it is raining in Portland. I could always e-mail Dennis and rug it in. Even though that is completely not like me."
So I stop and take a picture....
http://images.snapfish.com/339%3B993923232%7Ffp58%3Dot%3E2329%3D%3C%3A7%3D%3A 25%3DXROQDF%3E23234%3B4%3A5%3A89%3Bot1lsi
Alright, I've got the picture and am sitting on my X putting my gloves on when I think I hear screeming. What the heck? I'm out here in the middle of nowhere and I hear screeming! Of course my mind flashes all these situations where screaming would be expected, none of them good. I hit the kill switch so I can hear better. There it is again!! And it sounds like it's getting closer!
Just as I turn my head to look behind me here comes 8 guys on bikes (The kind without a motor) hauling ass around the corner. All of them screeming at the guy in the lead. He passed me doing at least 40 and had missed his turn. The other 7 guys were screeming at him to stop.
At least it was not a beautiful woman being eaten by a bear. (One of the things that flashed through my mind.)
Off I go. I'm riding along and still can not believe what a nice day it is. It must be 70 degrees! And this road has no traffic. A few miles down the road I see a rice rocket parked on the side of the road with some little short guy standing there still wearing a full face helmet with the viser down. Then I see IT. A bike (the kind with a motor) down a 5 foot bank with this guy sitting on it with a big simle. Of course I stop.
http://images.snapfish.com/339%3B993923232%7Ffp54%3Dot%3E2329%3D%3C%3A7%3D%3A 25%3DXROQDF%3E23234%3B4%3A5%3A862ot1lsi
Everyone alright?
Yea, nobodies hurt.
The guy is trying to ride this, beat to crap, NEW Harley Sporster with 141 miles on it out of this ditch. So I got down in the ditch with him to push but it was hopeless. The bank was wet grass and mud. No traction at all. We pushed and pulled for half an hour and made no progress. We needed a rope and a truck to pull this hog out of the mud. It was decided that the guy in the ditch with me, I never did get his name, was going to take the little guy with the full face with the viser still closed, and ride double back to Reedsport to get his truck. Turns out the little guy is not a guy. She is a girl. In fact, she is the girl who rode this Harley into the ditch.
http://images.snapfish.com/339%3B993923232%7Ffp54%3Dot%3E2329%3D%3C%3A7%3D%3A 25%3DXROQDF%3E23234%3B4%3A5%3A86%3Bot1lsi
So off they go to get their truck and off I go! Sailing along thinking about the first wrecked bike of the season. Lucky that little woman with the full face did not get hurt.........when WHAMMMMM!! Something hits me in the right side of my head right where my helmet meets my face. :Damn bugs!" ....................Wait a minute, OOOOOOOOOOOuch
That Yellow spot in my helmet ear hole is a honey bee that stung me in the temple!
http://images.snapfish.com/339%3B993923232%7Ffp58%3Dot%3E2329%3D%3C%3A7%3D%3A 25%3DXROQDF%3E23234%3B4%3A5%3A859ot1lsi
Two gloves laying on the ground next to a motorcycle. This is the international sign for A BEE CRASHED INTO MY HELMET AND STUNG THE HELL OUT OF ME.
http://images.snapfish.com/339%3B993923232%7Ffp58%3Dot%3E2329%3D%3C%3A7%3D%3A 25%3DXROQDF%3E23234%3B4%3A546%3B5ot1lsi
http://images.snapfish.com/339%3B993923232%7Ffp54%3Dot%3E2329%3D%3C%3A7%3D%3A 25%3DXROQDF%3E23234%3B4%3A5%3A844ot1lsi
DAMN! This started out as such a nice day. Down the road aways I found a water fall. A little cold water on my head felt good.
http://images.snapfish.com/339%3B993923232%7Ffp54%3Dot%3E2329%3D%3C%3A7%3D%3A 25%3DXROQDF%3E23234%3B4%3A669%3C%3Aot1lsi
On in to Florance with no more surprises. Filled up with gas and headed to Eugene. It did not take long to run up behind a new blue Ford P/U with a dog in the back Cute mutt. He seems pretty interested in this noisey thing gaining on him. When I get within a couple car lenghs the dog goes nuts. Jumping around and barking. (And me with no peanut butter) The windows in the truck are tinted dark and I can see shadows in the truck but that is all. It's an extended cab truck. Out the drivers side rear side window comes a butt in a pair of blue jeans. I can't tell if it was a man or a woman.
DOWN SHIFT CRANK THE THROTTLE AND GET PAST THIS WHACO! Nobody is going to believe this! And I did not get a picture.
"I'm going home!" Nothing else of note happened. As far as single rides go...........I do not remember them being this eventful.
Bob
I used to ride alone alot when I first got back into motorcycles. Sense I hooked up with this bunch of X riders I do not seem to strike out on my own anymore. Today was just too nice a day to pass up. The weather man served up another fine forcast that screwed everyone. Anyway, I head out following the map I suggested for a ride. I thought I should make sure the road was still there in case the Mighty Oregon X Riders show up someday for a ride.
And what a great day it is! I bought new rain pants and coat which are in the saddle bags. No need for them. Also no need for the extra sweat shirt and coat that are stuck in the other bag. Things are looking good! So I'm off...........
Now I'm thinking, "I wonder what the weather is like in Portland. It could be raining. This is Oregon. It can sunshine on one side of the street and rain on the other. I should take a picture to show how nice it is here in case it is raining in Portland. I could always e-mail Dennis and rug it in. Even though that is completely not like me."
So I stop and take a picture....
http://images.snapfish.com/339%3B993923232%7Ffp58%3Dot%3E2329%3D%3C%3A7%3D%3A 25%3DXROQDF%3E23234%3B4%3A5%3A89%3Bot1lsi
Alright, I've got the picture and am sitting on my X putting my gloves on when I think I hear screeming. What the heck? I'm out here in the middle of nowhere and I hear screeming! Of course my mind flashes all these situations where screaming would be expected, none of them good. I hit the kill switch so I can hear better. There it is again!! And it sounds like it's getting closer!
Just as I turn my head to look behind me here comes 8 guys on bikes (The kind without a motor) hauling ass around the corner. All of them screeming at the guy in the lead. He passed me doing at least 40 and had missed his turn. The other 7 guys were screeming at him to stop.
At least it was not a beautiful woman being eaten by a bear. (One of the things that flashed through my mind.)
Off I go. I'm riding along and still can not believe what a nice day it is. It must be 70 degrees! And this road has no traffic. A few miles down the road I see a rice rocket parked on the side of the road with some little short guy standing there still wearing a full face helmet with the viser down. Then I see IT. A bike (the kind with a motor) down a 5 foot bank with this guy sitting on it with a big simle. Of course I stop.
http://images.snapfish.com/339%3B993923232%7Ffp54%3Dot%3E2329%3D%3C%3A7%3D%3A 25%3DXROQDF%3E23234%3B4%3A5%3A862ot1lsi
Everyone alright?
Yea, nobodies hurt.
The guy is trying to ride this, beat to crap, NEW Harley Sporster with 141 miles on it out of this ditch. So I got down in the ditch with him to push but it was hopeless. The bank was wet grass and mud. No traction at all. We pushed and pulled for half an hour and made no progress. We needed a rope and a truck to pull this hog out of the mud. It was decided that the guy in the ditch with me, I never did get his name, was going to take the little guy with the full face with the viser still closed, and ride double back to Reedsport to get his truck. Turns out the little guy is not a guy. She is a girl. In fact, she is the girl who rode this Harley into the ditch.
http://images.snapfish.com/339%3B993923232%7Ffp54%3Dot%3E2329%3D%3C%3A7%3D%3A 25%3DXROQDF%3E23234%3B4%3A5%3A86%3Bot1lsi
So off they go to get their truck and off I go! Sailing along thinking about the first wrecked bike of the season. Lucky that little woman with the full face did not get hurt.........when WHAMMMMM!! Something hits me in the right side of my head right where my helmet meets my face. :Damn bugs!" ....................Wait a minute, OOOOOOOOOOOuch
That Yellow spot in my helmet ear hole is a honey bee that stung me in the temple!
http://images.snapfish.com/339%3B993923232%7Ffp58%3Dot%3E2329%3D%3C%3A7%3D%3A 25%3DXROQDF%3E23234%3B4%3A5%3A859ot1lsi
Two gloves laying on the ground next to a motorcycle. This is the international sign for A BEE CRASHED INTO MY HELMET AND STUNG THE HELL OUT OF ME.
http://images.snapfish.com/339%3B993923232%7Ffp58%3Dot%3E2329%3D%3C%3A7%3D%3A 25%3DXROQDF%3E23234%3B4%3A546%3B5ot1lsi
http://images.snapfish.com/339%3B993923232%7Ffp54%3Dot%3E2329%3D%3C%3A7%3D%3A 25%3DXROQDF%3E23234%3B4%3A5%3A844ot1lsi
DAMN! This started out as such a nice day. Down the road aways I found a water fall. A little cold water on my head felt good.
http://images.snapfish.com/339%3B993923232%7Ffp54%3Dot%3E2329%3D%3C%3A7%3D%3A 25%3DXROQDF%3E23234%3B4%3A669%3C%3Aot1lsi
On in to Florance with no more surprises. Filled up with gas and headed to Eugene. It did not take long to run up behind a new blue Ford P/U with a dog in the back Cute mutt. He seems pretty interested in this noisey thing gaining on him. When I get within a couple car lenghs the dog goes nuts. Jumping around and barking. (And me with no peanut butter) The windows in the truck are tinted dark and I can see shadows in the truck but that is all. It's an extended cab truck. Out the drivers side rear side window comes a butt in a pair of blue jeans. I can't tell if it was a man or a woman.
DOWN SHIFT CRANK THE THROTTLE AND GET PAST THIS WHACO! Nobody is going to believe this! And I did not get a picture.
"I'm going home!" Nothing else of note happened. As far as single rides go...........I do not remember them being this eventful.
Bob