Don't Tell Me What To Do

When we start our bikes we have choices. Deciding where to go is not always predetermined. Some of my most memorable runs have been spur of the moment " Let's get out of Dodge" runs that took me to places I haven't seen. One Labor Day weekend I had a few extra days off because of the job I was on wasn't ready. I could hear the Rocky Mountains calling me so I took the motto Go West young man to the test. My sister & brother in law were doing a show called " Thunder In the Rockies" and I was on a mission.

Having worked the day in the trades I knew it was going to be a late start,but better late than never. I zipped thru Illinoise at a good pace thinking I could easily find a hotel room somewhere in Iowa. As it turned out the Iowa Hawkeyes had a football game at home and rooms where not available in my vicinity. It was getting dark  & putting a full day on the job I was getting  ready to  bed down sooner rather than latter. On the interstate in the long flat state of Iowa it was dark. I was moving at a good clip when I rode right over some poor suckers exhaust left on the highway. This woke my ass up in a hurry. It told me what are you thinking when your reaction time could not steer clear of the obstruction on the road. I then saw the sign for a rest area 10 miles ahead & I was ready more than ever.

My choice was a beautiful picnic table in the middle of God's Country the flatlands of Iowa. I was able to park my FXR close enough to sleep with both eyes closed. When I finally laid my head down I didn't have time to hear the thousand semi's cruising on the interstate not that far away. I awoke just before the sun with a good headstart from the evening/night run that was spur of the moment. I could still hear the Rockies calling this time I was getting closer so the only thing to do was ride so away I went. Riding a motorcycle you can sense the change in temperatures or feel the wind change direction with a wide open view of the clouds. I could see the storm clouds just wondering if I packed a four leaf clover or a horse shoe on this journey. I was near the end of Iowa on Interstate 80 when I felt raindrops. I had one river to cross then it was Nebraska on the horizon.I just got on the bridge and the downpour let loose. Omaha had a Victory dealer in the distance I knew this from the sign this was the place I needed to be.

When I pulled up my FXR and asked if this is where the bikewash was,despite the 'deer in the headlights " look I shut down my bike and headed inside. The Victory dealer in Omaha was having a open house on this Saturday I happened to be passing thru. I had plenty of time to check out there bikes & talk motorcycles as I waited for this storm to pass. The dealership had a limited turnout because of the weather,but the had access to the Doppler radar & some great food catered in. I  met a biker who was eager like me to hit the road. His Victory was just serviced & ready to roll. We checked the Doppler & realized once we made it to Lincoln Nebraska it was sunshine all the way. Let's Ride, so off we went. This certain Saturday the cornhuskers also had a home game. I could hear the helicopters circling the stadium but could not see them because of the rain. Not to far down the Interstate the doppler was right on. It was sunny skies & wide open to the Rockies. My gear was air dried near the Wyoming/ Nebraska stateline .

I had a great trip that Labor Day weekend. Yes some told me I was crazy for doing it I know different. As always my standard answer is " Don't Tell Me What toDo".

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Nov 04, 2011

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