It was supposed to be a nice little ride to relax and get away from home and work.
It was supposed to be simple and fun.
It was supposed to be a no brainer.
It was not what I expected....
- I left Virginia Beach for Raleigh to see my girl friend. Traffic was light and I made great time. I arrive at her condo early and she is at the gym. So I swing by there and chat with her while she finishes her work out. We walk to her condo and shower and then head to dinner. It is a nice visit until
1) She realizes I am going to Tampa alone in the morning. She had thought Ridge was going with me and was fine with that. As soon as she knew I was going alone, she got worried.
2) I told her I was leaving by 7am. She wanted me to visit longer, but I explained the length of the trip and that I did not want to ride tired.
- I wake up at 6am (much to the dismay of my girlfriend) shower and leave. Walk out to my bike that was covered in ICE! This should have been a sign, but I missed it. I fire up the bike and wipe off the gas tank and seat. Little did I know my deoderant, toothbrush, razor etc... are still in my girl friends condo. I head out to I-40. Holy Crap it is cold. In 20 minutes, my face is burning! Pins and needles!!!! This is not what I planned on! It is April for crying out loud. I put my glove on my face to try and offer warmth, but the gloves feel like sand paper! - I start looking for somewhere to get breakfast and get out of the cold, but I think better of it and continue on. (fast forward through two states) - First, Second and Third back up are all in GA. About mile marker 45, traffic stops for no reason. I get off the bike and open my Givi box, swith gloves and remount. Waiting for traffic to move. couple miles further, another back up. No reason I can see. Just back ups.
Enter Florida... I decide against my better judgement and follow mapquest directions of I-10 to 301 south, to 24 through Gaineville. What a POS town that is. More people worried about you knowing they are Florida fans than driving. Not a safe town, will never visit again. I could dedicate a thread to the mid twenty, 1995 camaro driving receeding hair line rayban wearing, wannabe pimp that almost ran me off the road was trying to impress some 16 year old in the McDonald's parking lot, but I have better stories to tell. Short version, Gainsville is a poser town and sucks.
I continue on. I get to I-75 and see some vehicles I had pass on I-10. I now believe mapquest directions suck. I am cruising about 95 mph down I-75 to make up time. Traffic is cooperating. I get about 30 miles nort of Tampa and i feel a vibration in the front end of the tiger. I slow down and it goes away. So I continue on around 70 mph. I get to exit 250 and head to Jetblasts house. Tired and, well - just tired. I arrive and wait for our fearless leader to get home. I sit next to the bike and see some oil, but decide to lay down in the driveway. A nap would have rocked, but the little fat kid accross the street sceeming "Cheater" at the top of his longs toward another kid kept me from relaxing much.
Minutes later Kevin arrives. I say hello to him and the misses. We walk inside and I relax a bit.
Off to dinner....
I am tired of typing. Kevin can taek over from here...