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Saturday morn was the big "Let's start a Puget Sound Spyder Chapter/Club" meet :2thumbs: in Fife. I'll let the folks in the know comment on the specifics of that except to add that It's a done deal! 
hyea:
To start at the beginning... naw. Ya know what? Let's break with tradition and start at the end! The trusty 2013 RTS steed and I made it home safe & sound! Now, because we started at the exciting conclusion I can do that sci-fi thingy where we 'flash back' on the day's events! Like time travel, except less expensive
opcorn:
I had to work the grave shift Friday nite - Saturday morn. Using the way, way back machine, I actually had to work the grave Thursday nite also. Come home to sleep, get up at 2pm and pretend to enjoy my 2yo niece's b-day bash
Sat afternoon
I had decided to not make the almost 2 hour trip down to Fife Sunday morn because:
1) I've never had our new Spyder on the freeway yet and
2) I'd been awake since 2pm the previous afternoon! but then! as if he was doing that mind-meld thingy, (thanx Ann!) Camano Steve jumped into action with an unsolicited offer to join he and his beautiful bride for a 7am rendezvous and cruise together down to Fife. With invites like that (and much more coffee) how could I refuse!
So I got home Sunday morn and suited up while 'Steed' warmed her unmentionables, when what do I see? Hmmmm, those front tires look kinda low. Keep in mind that Steed is only 2 weeks from the Lifestyle's stable and with nary 20 miles on her thus far SHOULD NOT have issues like this! Yup, each front tire accurately delivered to me with ...... 8psi each! Me, in my sleepless stupor, couldn't remember the S.L. recommended pressures so I just set them at max. 30psi. Yeah, I know. I'll fix it later. And off I go! a bit late but rolling on strong.
With the wind at my back and the traffic-lite gods waving me thru the wee hours of Stanwood (this never happens in the commuter-cage btw!) I just begin to roll on throttle the with open highway ahead when... A really nice buck, still in velvet, bounds up from the opposite side ditch! He parallels me for a couple bounds and then turns away, over the fence and across the freshly mown alfalfa field. Now, here's an interesting thing about perspective. The average Joe or Joan would have hammered the brakes, moved away from said bounding obstacle and then white-knuckled the rest of this country ride until the adrenalin finally wore off. Me? Being the hunter/outdoorsman that I pretend to be, I see this deer and think, "Wow! What a dandy buck! That guy is gonna be a BIG Blacktail come this Fall!" "Biggest buck I've seen this year!" It took a couple more seconds before, "Hey dummy! That could have been REALLY disasterous!" oops. Also I will add, "Duh"
I made it to the Rendezvous point to.... an empty gas station! Don't panic. You're only 2 minutes late. Check your phone. Oh good. They are even later!
So I fueled up and piddled premium into Steed. A bit more. click. and a bit more. click. stupid pump. click. that looks as full as I can get it. click. gurgle. or not. dribble. click. repeat. You get the idea. Filled up just as far as my patience would allow.
Full disclosure: My ability to remember names is about equal to Einstein's ability to down Jello shooters. Orange ones. With cheap vodka.
Fast forward 15 minutes and the 4 of us (Mr & Ms Camano Steve plus dude from Bellingham who's not Randy) (see disclosure. insert apology) are whooshing our way southward. What a beautiful sunny morn! A little fog in the air. Hey look, there's one of those hang-glider/sail kite thingys! All is well. Even the approaching downtown Seattle city doesn't dampen my mood. Don't get me started on Seattle. Cruising under the bridges and thru the tunnels that are afforded us by the Expressway takes on new meaning while Spydering! and then a slight miscalculation. a short tour of downtown Seattle. and BACK ON SOUTH I-5! (we'll skip those details)
Now it's about 8:15ish and traffic begins... to.... annoy. welcome to Seattle.
to be continued.....
ps: the ride was also punctuated by, "look, a cop" "and another. and another" "ooo, speed trap!" Our Staters were busy this morn too.
hyea:To start at the beginning... naw. Ya know what? Let's break with tradition and start at the end! The trusty 2013 RTS steed and I made it home safe & sound! Now, because we started at the exciting conclusion I can do that sci-fi thingy where we 'flash back' on the day's events! Like time travel, except less expensive
opcorn:I had to work the grave shift Friday nite - Saturday morn. Using the way, way back machine, I actually had to work the grave Thursday nite also. Come home to sleep, get up at 2pm and pretend to enjoy my 2yo niece's b-day bash
Sat afternoonI had decided to not make the almost 2 hour trip down to Fife Sunday morn because:
1) I've never had our new Spyder on the freeway yet and
2) I'd been awake since 2pm the previous afternoon! but then! as if he was doing that mind-meld thingy, (thanx Ann!) Camano Steve jumped into action with an unsolicited offer to join he and his beautiful bride for a 7am rendezvous and cruise together down to Fife. With invites like that (and much more coffee) how could I refuse!
So I got home Sunday morn and suited up while 'Steed' warmed her unmentionables, when what do I see? Hmmmm, those front tires look kinda low. Keep in mind that Steed is only 2 weeks from the Lifestyle's stable and with nary 20 miles on her thus far SHOULD NOT have issues like this! Yup, each front tire accurately delivered to me with ...... 8psi each! Me, in my sleepless stupor, couldn't remember the S.L. recommended pressures so I just set them at max. 30psi. Yeah, I know. I'll fix it later. And off I go! a bit late but rolling on strong.
With the wind at my back and the traffic-lite gods waving me thru the wee hours of Stanwood (this never happens in the commuter-cage btw!) I just begin to roll on throttle the with open highway ahead when... A really nice buck, still in velvet, bounds up from the opposite side ditch! He parallels me for a couple bounds and then turns away, over the fence and across the freshly mown alfalfa field. Now, here's an interesting thing about perspective. The average Joe or Joan would have hammered the brakes, moved away from said bounding obstacle and then white-knuckled the rest of this country ride until the adrenalin finally wore off. Me? Being the hunter/outdoorsman that I pretend to be, I see this deer and think, "Wow! What a dandy buck! That guy is gonna be a BIG Blacktail come this Fall!" "Biggest buck I've seen this year!" It took a couple more seconds before, "Hey dummy! That could have been REALLY disasterous!" oops. Also I will add, "Duh"
I made it to the Rendezvous point to.... an empty gas station! Don't panic. You're only 2 minutes late. Check your phone. Oh good. They are even later!
So I fueled up and piddled premium into Steed. A bit more. click. and a bit more. click. stupid pump. click. that looks as full as I can get it. click. gurgle. or not. dribble. click. repeat. You get the idea. Filled up just as far as my patience would allow.Full disclosure: My ability to remember names is about equal to Einstein's ability to down Jello shooters. Orange ones. With cheap vodka.
Fast forward 15 minutes and the 4 of us (Mr & Ms Camano Steve plus dude from Bellingham who's not Randy)
(see disclosure. insert apology) are whooshing our way southward. What a beautiful sunny morn! A little fog in the air. Hey look, there's one of those hang-glider/sail kite thingys! All is well. Even the approaching downtown Seattle city doesn't dampen my mood. Don't get me started on Seattle. Cruising under the bridges and thru the tunnels that are afforded us by the Expressway takes on new meaning while Spydering! and then a slight miscalculation. a short tour of downtown Seattle. and BACK ON SOUTH I-5! (we'll skip those details)Now it's about 8:15ish and traffic begins... to.... annoy. welcome to Seattle.
to be continued.....
ps: the ride was also punctuated by, "look, a cop" "and another. and another" "ooo, speed trap!" Our Staters were busy this morn too.
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Right back where we started. I let Steed cool off in the driveway while I unsuited and such. No fuel dripping that I noticed but definitely gas smell! (at just under 1/2 tank for those who need to know) Backed her into the garage and boom, boom. out go the lights! Snnnnoooooorrrrrre. 
