Day 1 to Sturgis not going well
July 31, 2008
What you gotta love about traveling is the unexpected.
There are always those “traditional” unexpecteds that you kinda look to happen. I mean like the oversleeping or the surpising limit on the amount of cash per day that can be withdrawn from the ATM. There’s the forgotten items or the kids waking up in a foul mood, unable to find some necessary thing like cleats for soccer camp, or their favorite flip-flops that they told Dulanni they were gonna wear today, so mom, they have to find them. They just have to!
Then there’s “road trouble.”
No flats. No breakdowns. Horror upon horrors—it is much worse. The bike fell over.
The 2008 Harley Davidson Street Glide layed over on its side, pulled out a hook and tie-down. Damage very, very minimal, but this is serious to a biker man, so we have been at I-65 Exit 299 for probably more than an hour. Help showed up from Troy, just as the husband was satisfied the bike was secure in the toy hauler.
Richard Barbaree, William Dunn, and his granddaughter Marlee Reed, offered moral support which seemed to make the husand feel better. Geez. You woulda thought he broke a nail.
The bad news is it makes Kansas City seem like a nearly impossible goal for the night. This trip is more than 1,500 miles, folks. And we haven’t even made it out of Bama yet.
OK, it’s just after 3 and we are getting back on the road.
