I hit the road Friday afternoon. Packed and buckin' a 40mph headwind. Windy as shit. I get to the first gas stop and noticed my new "Mighty Max" battery is dead. No lights. I get out the tools, plug in my battery eliminator - back-in-business. I go 65 miles to the next stop - and see my canvas tool roll (loaded with all kinds of special tools for my chopper) and my new rain suit pants and jacket are gone. A sole blue bungee dangles in the wind - my pack is loose. My kit had some expensive tools, vintage tools and sentimental tools given to me by motorcyclist who used this stuff for years . . . and they were happy to see me have it. It was a mental downer to say the least . . . The wind was out-of-my-sails for this ride. I gassed up and rode back about 10-15 miles - nothing. I decided to continue on - anyway.
I run the Hwy 65, Hwy 30, back on I-35S with a gas stop in Ankeny, Iowa (America's overcrowded shit hole). Fake fuckers everywhere on phones wearing Under Armour bullshit. One stop light went through 3 sessions before I finally rode over the grass and sliced through "stagnant traffic" proudly wearing my Splitting Lanes helmet decal . . . just to get a gas pump that was so close the last 10 minutes - I could have thrown an egg and hit it. Never, ever, ever go to Ankeny, Iowa ! Gassed with a new harder attitude, I blast back out on I-35 in rush hour traffic . . . pointed south to Des Moines. Hand shift, no front brake, (lights? - I don't even know if my brake light is working, and unless I hold my hand up to my headlight, I don't know if that's working either - I don' t really care right now.) I blast into the heart of DSM, left lane I-235 - I take the Hwy 69 Exit - and in 20 minutes - I arrive in Indianola - the stop for the night. Indianola Bike Nite with over 4000 motorcycles. Crazy.
A really good shop - and he suggested the Crouse Cafe for breakfast . . .
I was just tired and spent after all this . . . with variable lights, my generator making a grinding sound - and it's raining again - I make a heavy-hearted decision to turn back. No Kansas City - again. I've been derailed on my quests for KC since May. A flood, an injury - and now a mechanical. I'm kinda dejected - but Ricky told me . . . "It's better to have tried, and had a failure - then to not try at all." which are very good words to live by. Thank You. On my way back, I get to Collins, Iowa - and it's looks like a freakin' tornado ahead. I'm riding in bright, hot sunshine at the moment. The temp drops about 20 degrees in 2 miles - and it looks bad ahead. Then, there's a detour ! A farmer, driving a totally radded out rust bucket Ford - tells me to take this gravel a mile or two - and you'll be right back on 65 again. For gravel, it started out not too bad, but over a slight hill - it turned into chopper Motocross. Slick, soupy sandy shit - like quicksand. I could hear the mud and slime clogging into my front-mount voltage regulator - hell, I don't have any lights anyway - who gives a shit? Right? I finally meet up with my friend Willard & Jodi at a bar called "Flatheads" (named after the catfish) in St. Anthony, Iowa. Another 80 miles and I'm home. I need a drink, and some rest. The bike gets parked - it's ragged out - but running like a champ.
A 360 mile Pointless Adventure?
But not - depends how you look at what life throws at you . . .
Monday, September 22, 2014
Friday, September 19, 2014
Ken Burns has the best documentaries on television. This one is excellent. I had no idea what these three Roosevelts had accomplished for America. It will be rerun multiple times in the next few weeks on public television. Three Americans who were born into wealth - but, used it to make this country a better place. All (3) completely different - in every single way. They overcame great struggles mentally and physically to become who they were - and help America and it's people. They helped our grandparents. We move, we work - and enjoy modern quality of life - due to these three. Period.
Thursday, September 18, 2014
Wednesday, September 17, 2014
Tuesday, September 16, 2014
Monday, September 15, 2014
you have to work on Monday.