Join Date: Feb 2009
Location: Glendale, Arizona, USA
Model: 1987 GL1200 Interstate 290,000 miles
What A Crappy Day...OR?
OK, maybe some of you remember the guy who crashed his bike--got a big settlement--crashed his new Mustang, so drunk he doesn't remember it--then crashed his new K1600GTL BMW on the way home from the dealer, by turning left in front of oncoming traffic. Well, he's back.
He has had the insurance-replaced GTL in his garage since the dealer delivered it a couple of months ago, or so. But hasn't ridden it because he can't even walk. Just hobbles around with a cane, and not very well.
Anyway, he calls and asks me to go riding with him, because he may need someone to pick up the bike in case he drops it...his legs being what they are. I advise him that I think it's a bad idea, but he bribes me with gas and lunch, so.
Late this morning. I run over to his house and we take off, with him in the lead. Within 20 miles he has managed to get us into 2 "scrapes" with a couple of alert and forgiving cage drivers, so I take over the lead and get on some very nice and lightly traveled roads and we have a pleasant ride of 100 miles (from his place) and stop at a truck stop for food and gas. He gets the bike filled up, but while trying to park at the restaurant, he goes down and bangs his head against a car.
During lunch he decides to call it quits and I call AAA for him, then spend the rest of the day waitin' for tow trucks, puttin' the bike on the trailer, then, following them back to his house to get the bike off the trailer and into his garage. Where it will probably sit until he sells it.
OK, these days, a free ride is hard to come by, but I should have refused, I suppose. I knew...hell, HE knew what was going to happen before we ever started rolling.
But, Bike and I got to go out and collect a couple hundred miles worth of bugs, and that's our favorite thing to do. So, maybe the day wasn't so crappy after all.
Why ain't we ridin'?