It started out normal enough, about 7:30am. I stopped by a friend that paints bikes. We discussed various strategies. I stayed there about a hour longer than anticipated.
After that, I decided to visit 29 Dreams Motorcycle Resort.
http://www.29dreams.com/
Ate an OK breakfast Buffet. The road to/from 29 Dreams is noted on a riding site and mentioned as Alabama's Tail of the Dragon. Hardly. Then my driveway is Alabama's Shuttle Landing Strip.
http://www.motorcycleroads.com/routes/SouthEast/AL/AL_index.htm
After a hearty meal, normal fanfare, I was off to visit Cheaha Mountain (big hill actually). The ride was 30 miles of interstate (East on Hiway 20), then sweeping curves to the summit (SR 281). During the slab portion of the ride, I was following a mini van with a mother (apparently), and 3 teenage girls. After a few waves, many giggles, and fluffing of the hair, I was presented with a small note on the rear window. "Marry Me!!" To avoid statutory entanglements, I passed them quickly.
I stopped at the ranger station in the park and had a Red Bull. Typical fanfare.
I decided to take to back way off the mountain and it was a treat. The road is hard crushed rock, with pockets of gravel. 15 miles of 1 1/2 lane twisties down the mountain. I triggered the VSS maybe 10 or 12 times. Slid the rear wheel out, and thought I maybe rolled the front on it's sidewall a couple of times. At the end of the trail is about a mile of straight road to the stop sign. A right turn and back towards the interstate. At the right turn, I trigger the VSS again. Well, I thought, either I'm still hyper because of the Red Bull and 15 miles of twisties, or she's tender.
Backroads of various types back to the house.
I stopped by a generic bike shop. They sell used bikes and aftermarket parts and accessories. I picked up pegs for my passenger extension attempt. While there, the owner noted he saw a bike last week, a trike, that tilted. He asked if mine tilted too. I said no. He told me it was a Can-am. Since I don't have decals, he wondered what mine was. I told him it was a Can-Am. He walked away.
I went to Bike Night at our local Dog Track...about 300 bikes.
Typical Fanfare.
After that, I decided to visit 29 Dreams Motorcycle Resort.
http://www.29dreams.com/
Ate an OK breakfast Buffet. The road to/from 29 Dreams is noted on a riding site and mentioned as Alabama's Tail of the Dragon. Hardly. Then my driveway is Alabama's Shuttle Landing Strip.
http://www.motorcycleroads.com/routes/SouthEast/AL/AL_index.htm
After a hearty meal, normal fanfare, I was off to visit Cheaha Mountain (big hill actually). The ride was 30 miles of interstate (East on Hiway 20), then sweeping curves to the summit (SR 281). During the slab portion of the ride, I was following a mini van with a mother (apparently), and 3 teenage girls. After a few waves, many giggles, and fluffing of the hair, I was presented with a small note on the rear window. "Marry Me!!" To avoid statutory entanglements, I passed them quickly.
I stopped at the ranger station in the park and had a Red Bull. Typical fanfare.
I decided to take to back way off the mountain and it was a treat. The road is hard crushed rock, with pockets of gravel. 15 miles of 1 1/2 lane twisties down the mountain. I triggered the VSS maybe 10 or 12 times. Slid the rear wheel out, and thought I maybe rolled the front on it's sidewall a couple of times. At the end of the trail is about a mile of straight road to the stop sign. A right turn and back towards the interstate. At the right turn, I trigger the VSS again. Well, I thought, either I'm still hyper because of the Red Bull and 15 miles of twisties, or she's tender.
Backroads of various types back to the house.
I stopped by a generic bike shop. They sell used bikes and aftermarket parts and accessories. I picked up pegs for my passenger extension attempt. While there, the owner noted he saw a bike last week, a trike, that tilted. He asked if mine tilted too. I said no. He told me it was a Can-am. Since I don't have decals, he wondered what mine was. I told him it was a Can-Am. He walked away.
I went to Bike Night at our local Dog Track...about 300 bikes.
Typical Fanfare.
