Originally Posted by
RobbieTunes
I rode a '68 Honda CB450 from western WI to Camp Lejuene, straight through. I thought I was toughing out out until I got passed by a guy on a 550 Yamaha with AZ plates. The trip took me almost 30 hours, because I got to the point where I was walking around dazed when I got gas...to be 21 and in good enough shape to do something that stupid.
When I was young, dumb, a killbot-factory E-4, and fulla spunk, I rode 1300+ miles in one sitting. And another 1000-mile day the next day. I was so tired at gas-stop in Cedar City, Utah, that I forgot to put my feet down at a stoplight and toppled over right next to a Convertible Cabriolet full of coeds my age.
The humiliation was supreme; being sweet Mormon girls, they sounded concerned and offered help, but I quickly yanked the Sportster back up and rode off without saying anything. Kept me awake until Vegas, at least. It would be a few more years before I finally lost my virginity.
Bicycles are neat, but they're not as flexible at motorcycles. Ever read "Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance"? Here are some pics of Pirsig & son, and companions:
