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'The Lamonster Chronicles'
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pegasus1300
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Oh, I can't wait to hear the rest this. My own park bench story in the mean time, is not near as dramatic. My friend Lonnie and I rode down to Farmington NM from Provo to see his parents, a quick trip. We got as far as Rifle on the way back and we were both too tired. We asked a police officer in town if we could throw our bags out on the grass behind the police station. He said if we were still in town in 10 min we would have a cell we could sleep in. That didn't sound great, so we left town. Just beyond the city limits, we found a roadside park. I suggested we go as far back out of sight as we could get, just in case. Sure enough about an hour a car stops at the entrance, flashes a light but doesn't see us, and soon drives off. That is my most exciting park bench story. Can't wait for the rest of yours.
BajaRon
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#22 - The Longest Ride (Part 3c)
Once in the bathroom, we were both relieved to see that no harm had been done. To be sure, those tiny little spyders were a startling annoyance. The sheer numbers were impressive. But once removed, the drama was over, with no lasting effects.
We discussed heading out again, or getting a hotel for a few hours, but decided to give our original plan another try, this time without the park bench approach. I returned to my motorcycle seat, and Lamont piled up some luggage against a large tree in a dark spot, essentially turning it into a recliner. It looked much more comfortable to me than my Spyder seat, but I didn’t want to go to the trouble of unloading my bike, and the next similar tree was a fair distance away. So, we settled in again.
It didn’t take long for me to drift off once more.
I believed I was having a reoccurring dream, because the yelling was back. At first, I thought I was imagining it. But it was different this time. The first time the tenor was more of surprised panic. This time it definitely had more of an angry overtone.
Again, I rushed over to Lamont, now standing next to the tree, frantically stripping off his shirt. Looking closely in the dim light, I could see that the tree was covered in ants with several thick, black, vertical lines going up and down on the trunk. The nightmare was repeating itself with only the critters of grief having been changed.
We repeated the bathroom visit, and I can’t remember if Lamont suffered any bites from his latest bout with nature. I find it hard to believe that there was no damage, but neither do I remember any. We’ll have to ask him for these finer details.
We retrieved his luggage items from the ants, who didn't seem to be particularly interested in his belongings, and headed for home. Over 400 miles and about 7 hours. Other than being zombies when we arrived, this leg of the trip was uneventful.
All told, start to finish, it ended up being 1,455 miles in approximately 27 hours. We did it once, and I’m sticking to our story. But don’t ask us to ever do it again. We were lucky to live through the one event. I'm not interested in pushing my luck for a repeat performance. I feel safe in saying that Lamont would answer the same way.
Once in the bathroom, we were both relieved to see that no harm had been done. To be sure, those tiny little spyders were a startling annoyance. The sheer numbers were impressive. But once removed, the drama was over, with no lasting effects.
We discussed heading out again, or getting a hotel for a few hours, but decided to give our original plan another try, this time without the park bench approach. I returned to my motorcycle seat, and Lamont piled up some luggage against a large tree in a dark spot, essentially turning it into a recliner. It looked much more comfortable to me than my Spyder seat, but I didn’t want to go to the trouble of unloading my bike, and the next similar tree was a fair distance away. So, we settled in again.
It didn’t take long for me to drift off once more.
I believed I was having a reoccurring dream, because the yelling was back. At first, I thought I was imagining it. But it was different this time. The first time the tenor was more of surprised panic. This time it definitely had more of an angry overtone.
Again, I rushed over to Lamont, now standing next to the tree, frantically stripping off his shirt. Looking closely in the dim light, I could see that the tree was covered in ants with several thick, black, vertical lines going up and down on the trunk. The nightmare was repeating itself with only the critters of grief having been changed.
We repeated the bathroom visit, and I can’t remember if Lamont suffered any bites from his latest bout with nature. I find it hard to believe that there was no damage, but neither do I remember any. We’ll have to ask him for these finer details.
We retrieved his luggage items from the ants, who didn't seem to be particularly interested in his belongings, and headed for home. Over 400 miles and about 7 hours. Other than being zombies when we arrived, this leg of the trip was uneventful.
All told, start to finish, it ended up being 1,455 miles in approximately 27 hours. We did it once, and I’m sticking to our story. But don’t ask us to ever do it again. We were lucky to live through the one event. I'm not interested in pushing my luck for a repeat performance. I feel safe in saying that Lamont would answer the same way.
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BajaRon
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Lamont has been an amazing and loyal friend for lo, these 40+ years. He has impacted my life more than almost anyone else in this world. I ride a Spyder because of him, I live in Tennessee because of him, and it goes without saying that I'm posting here today because of him. He is irreplaceable.
I pray that the Lord blesses him with a New To Him liver and improved health. But either way things go, healing is definitely in his future. And for that, I am grateful.
I pray that the Lord blesses him with a New To Him liver and improved health. But either way things go, healing is definitely in his future. And for that, I am grateful.
BajaRon
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I don't know if Lamont even wants to revisit that event. But I am going to ask him if he got any bites from being covered with ants that night.
BajaRon
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#23 - Trials on Trips...
Lamont and I put a lot of miles on motorcycles together. The stories I've relayed here are just a sampling of our adventures. Over the years, I attempted, several times, to get him into helmet coms. But he was always adamantly opposed to the idea. In the beginning it was because he was wearing skid-lids. Really nowhere to hang a radio. Later, when he went to 3/4 and modular, he'd say...
‘I don’t want you jabbering in my ear all day when I’m trying to have a nice, quiet ride.’ And though I assured him I wouldn’t be filling his world with my voice, he just wouldn’t go for it.
We were coming back from one of our Quebec, Canada trips. It was a beautiful day, traffic was not all that heavy, and we were making good time. (We always made good time with Lamont leading the way since speed limits don’t apply to him). We arrived at the international check point going back into the USA. They waved Lamont through but decided I was the nefarious looking one. They had me get off my Spyder, open the Frunk (the only compartment my GS has), lift the seat, etc.
During all of this, I concentrated on the task at hand, failing to see what had become of Lamont. When the Canadian officials were done with me, I started out slowly looking intently to my right where there was a large parking area just past the border station. There were the usual vehicles from sedans to semis scattered throughout. I looked and looked, and even though I had a good view, I didn’t see Lamont & Spyder anywhere. Which gave me the idea that he’d kept going, probably well below the speed limit so that I could catch up.
I kicked up the speed and squinted as far down the road as I was able. Not seeing any Spyders ahead, I kept going faster and faster. After 8 or 10 minutes of running well over the speed limit without any sign of Lamont, I decided I was never going to catch him and settled into 5 over the speed limit and kept riding. I knew where the night’s hotel was and I just figured I'd meet up with him there.
I was surprised when I discovered that I’d arrived at the hotel before Lamont. That’s when I knew I was going to hear about it when I saw him next.
Turns out that Lamont had pulled into that large parking lot at the border crossing and had watched my proceedings with customs. He assumed I’d seen him go into the parking lot and stop in a position that afforded line of sight. When he saw me pull out going slow, he assumed I was doing so allowing for him to catch up. He said I looked right at him. So, he started out leasurly on the long frontage road intending to merge with me at the exit on the south end. There were semis parked along the outer edge of that roadway. While this left a clear view of the parking lot itself, it blocked view of the frontage road Lamont was on. That’s why I never saw him, nor did he see me speed up.
He said that once he cleared the semis and pulled from the exit to merge onto the freeway, he could no longer see me. And the rest is history.
I took the opportunity to reassert my request that we get helmet coms. And guess what! We did. Though he never said so, I could tell that he actually enjoyed the ability to communicate.
Lamont and I put a lot of miles on motorcycles together. The stories I've relayed here are just a sampling of our adventures. Over the years, I attempted, several times, to get him into helmet coms. But he was always adamantly opposed to the idea. In the beginning it was because he was wearing skid-lids. Really nowhere to hang a radio. Later, when he went to 3/4 and modular, he'd say...
‘I don’t want you jabbering in my ear all day when I’m trying to have a nice, quiet ride.’ And though I assured him I wouldn’t be filling his world with my voice, he just wouldn’t go for it.
We were coming back from one of our Quebec, Canada trips. It was a beautiful day, traffic was not all that heavy, and we were making good time. (We always made good time with Lamont leading the way since speed limits don’t apply to him). We arrived at the international check point going back into the USA. They waved Lamont through but decided I was the nefarious looking one. They had me get off my Spyder, open the Frunk (the only compartment my GS has), lift the seat, etc.
During all of this, I concentrated on the task at hand, failing to see what had become of Lamont. When the Canadian officials were done with me, I started out slowly looking intently to my right where there was a large parking area just past the border station. There were the usual vehicles from sedans to semis scattered throughout. I looked and looked, and even though I had a good view, I didn’t see Lamont & Spyder anywhere. Which gave me the idea that he’d kept going, probably well below the speed limit so that I could catch up.
I kicked up the speed and squinted as far down the road as I was able. Not seeing any Spyders ahead, I kept going faster and faster. After 8 or 10 minutes of running well over the speed limit without any sign of Lamont, I decided I was never going to catch him and settled into 5 over the speed limit and kept riding. I knew where the night’s hotel was and I just figured I'd meet up with him there.
I was surprised when I discovered that I’d arrived at the hotel before Lamont. That’s when I knew I was going to hear about it when I saw him next.
Turns out that Lamont had pulled into that large parking lot at the border crossing and had watched my proceedings with customs. He assumed I’d seen him go into the parking lot and stop in a position that afforded line of sight. When he saw me pull out going slow, he assumed I was doing so allowing for him to catch up. He said I looked right at him. So, he started out leasurly on the long frontage road intending to merge with me at the exit on the south end. There were semis parked along the outer edge of that roadway. While this left a clear view of the parking lot itself, it blocked view of the frontage road Lamont was on. That’s why I never saw him, nor did he see me speed up.
He said that once he cleared the semis and pulled from the exit to merge onto the freeway, he could no longer see me. And the rest is history.
I took the opportunity to reassert my request that we get helmet coms. And guess what! We did. Though he never said so, I could tell that he actually enjoyed the ability to communicate.
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