SpyderWolf
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The trip started on the morning of March 4, 2010. The weather was not very cooperative, and it was quite a bit colder than we were hoping for. When we left our house it was 27 degrees, and we bundled up as much as we could and hoped for the best.
Here is my wife, who referred to herself as pack mule mama:
My father in law, who thought he was ready to go:
My Spyder sitting on go:
And a self taken photo since everyone else was too bundled up to snap a picture:
So, with all our gear loaded we headed off to the closest town on the way to wait for another friend who was going along with us on his Harley. It was so cold on the way to the gas station, about a 20 minute ride, that my father in law wanted to turn back. His hands hurt so bad he was about to cry. My wife figured out how to pack more heat packs into his gloves and we pushed on toward Daytona.
I was ryding in the rear of the pack as I had a bright yellow jacket on and figured I was the most visible of the group. While running down I-95, I noticed my wife's Spyder wiggle erratically a couple of times, and made a mental note to ask her what she was doing at our next stop. When we stopped for breakfast I asked her what was going on, afraid to hear she was falling asleep or something. She said the Spyder started to drift left, and when she went to correct it she had to use more force than she was expecting to, and that is when it wiggled. She also said it only happened the two times that I saw it. After we ate, I opened her fuse panel and pressed down on all the fuses to make sure they were fully set. I then took her Spyder for a spin down the road, and "played" with the steering at all speeds up to 85 without any issues. I gave it back to her and told her to just be aware of it, and to signal me if it happened again. There were no further issues with her Spyder for the entire trip.
Here is my wife, who referred to herself as pack mule mama:
My father in law, who thought he was ready to go:
My Spyder sitting on go:
And a self taken photo since everyone else was too bundled up to snap a picture:
So, with all our gear loaded we headed off to the closest town on the way to wait for another friend who was going along with us on his Harley. It was so cold on the way to the gas station, about a 20 minute ride, that my father in law wanted to turn back. His hands hurt so bad he was about to cry. My wife figured out how to pack more heat packs into his gloves and we pushed on toward Daytona.
I was ryding in the rear of the pack as I had a bright yellow jacket on and figured I was the most visible of the group. While running down I-95, I noticed my wife's Spyder wiggle erratically a couple of times, and made a mental note to ask her what she was doing at our next stop. When we stopped for breakfast I asked her what was going on, afraid to hear she was falling asleep or something. She said the Spyder started to drift left, and when she went to correct it she had to use more force than she was expecting to, and that is when it wiggled. She also said it only happened the two times that I saw it. After we ate, I opened her fuse panel and pressed down on all the fuses to make sure they were fully set. I then took her Spyder for a spin down the road, and "played" with the steering at all speeds up to 85 without any issues. I gave it back to her and told her to just be aware of it, and to signal me if it happened again. There were no further issues with her Spyder for the entire trip.