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DAY #0
150 miles outside of Spyderfield(I renamed it) after starting out at 3:17AM .
A picture perfect day of travel.
The old man body I inhabit is tired and protesting.
Mrfats thought it was time for me to go to bed and get some rest.
And I will.
But first:
This is the first long trip I have taken in my Shoei full face helmet.
It’s yellow, self contained and when I close the visor I can actually hear my Satellite Radio piped through the Scala Rider Comms.
Coming from a lifetime of Half Helmets (my good friend Connie used to say Half Helmets for Half Wits) I find the whole experience rather disorienting.
Yeah, if I listen I can hear my VTwin banging away, but I have to concentrate.
It’s like I’m sitting inside my head piloting not the Spyder but my hands & feet that in turn are piloting Prometheus.
Inside my miniTheater I can see the orbital Blue Mrfats machine valiantly charging on.
The soundtrack was the 60’s on 6 and the 70’s on 7.
Did The Bridge go away?
After listening for a while to the music that is engraved on my brain (first two chords and I know the whole song) I started having dark thoughts on how me and my generation really made made a mess of things.
Especially after starting out with such promise, power and wealth.
A few miles after my second fuel stop I started smelling raw gasoline.
A stop by the road and most of the right hand tupperware off revealed the fuel return hose had somehow slipped its connection to the tank.
I wasn’t anywhere near that part this year (or last for that matter) and it makes me wonder what happened.
The “click” that I assume must be there isn’t. I tie wrapped it snugly and will investigate further.
Had it not been 34F and gone on for a bit longer I think the outcome could have been different.
My second Limp Mode ever happened while picking my way through St Louis.
In retrospect I’m sure I was hovering over the brake and it through a code P0504.
In other words the Spyder was told the brake was on and after awhile it didn’t understand why it was still moving and decided that enough was enough.
I pulled over, turned off the key and calmly explained to Prometheus that it was too far to Limp Home.
He apparently agreed and we set off without incident.
Next stop, Spyderfield.
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150 miles outside of Spyderfield(I renamed it) after starting out at 3:17AM .
A picture perfect day of travel.
The old man body I inhabit is tired and protesting.
Mrfats thought it was time for me to go to bed and get some rest.
And I will.
But first:
This is the first long trip I have taken in my Shoei full face helmet.
It’s yellow, self contained and when I close the visor I can actually hear my Satellite Radio piped through the Scala Rider Comms.
Coming from a lifetime of Half Helmets (my good friend Connie used to say Half Helmets for Half Wits) I find the whole experience rather disorienting.
Yeah, if I listen I can hear my VTwin banging away, but I have to concentrate.
It’s like I’m sitting inside my head piloting not the Spyder but my hands & feet that in turn are piloting Prometheus.
Inside my miniTheater I can see the orbital Blue Mrfats machine valiantly charging on.
The soundtrack was the 60’s on 6 and the 70’s on 7.
Did The Bridge go away?
After listening for a while to the music that is engraved on my brain (first two chords and I know the whole song) I started having dark thoughts on how me and my generation really made made a mess of things.
Especially after starting out with such promise, power and wealth.
A few miles after my second fuel stop I started smelling raw gasoline.
A stop by the road and most of the right hand tupperware off revealed the fuel return hose had somehow slipped its connection to the tank.
I wasn’t anywhere near that part this year (or last for that matter) and it makes me wonder what happened.
The “click” that I assume must be there isn’t. I tie wrapped it snugly and will investigate further.
Had it not been 34F and gone on for a bit longer I think the outcome could have been different.
My second Limp Mode ever happened while picking my way through St Louis.
In retrospect I’m sure I was hovering over the brake and it through a code P0504.
In other words the Spyder was told the brake was on and after awhile it didn’t understand why it was still moving and decided that enough was enough.
I pulled over, turned off the key and calmly explained to Prometheus that it was too far to Limp Home.
He apparently agreed and we set off without incident.
Next stop, Spyderfield.
DAY#1
DAY#2
DAY#3
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