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Great* with an asterisk, like Mark McGuire's home runs.
I took Thurs-Sun to head out to West Virginia with a few friends, stay at a riverfront cabin we got through AirBnB, and ride some of the great trips put together by the good folks at NER.
We had 2.7 superb days. Mid afternoon day 3, little miss deer decided to leap out to commit suicide by Goldwing. *sigh* She managed to flop herself into the gutter and died quickly. I managed to flop myself back up off the pavement and not die quickly. The bike fared better than the deer but is not unscathed. It slid a long way on its right side but did not tumble. The right radiator was leaking so I could not ride away. The crash site was out of cell signal but a game warden was just up the street -- one of the passers by sent him back our way and he radioed for a tow truck that arrived surprisingly quickly. All told, other than the crash, it almost couldn't have gone better.
Despite the agony and indignity of riding about an hour on the back of my pal's KTM 1090 (really, the WORST part of the whole day) and the nuisance of having all the recovery hassle, it was still an awesome trip.
I picked up a one-way rental car just a few miles from the cabin (another KTM ride of shame/pain, but short) and trailed the other two back to DC on Sunday. I had the A/C on and rocking the XM Grateful Dead station, looking at outside conditions flip between rain and 103 on the thermometer once we got over by I-81. I would rather have been on the Wing.
I took Thurs-Sun to head out to West Virginia with a few friends, stay at a riverfront cabin we got through AirBnB, and ride some of the great trips put together by the good folks at NER.
We had 2.7 superb days. Mid afternoon day 3, little miss deer decided to leap out to commit suicide by Goldwing. *sigh* She managed to flop herself into the gutter and died quickly. I managed to flop myself back up off the pavement and not die quickly. The bike fared better than the deer but is not unscathed. It slid a long way on its right side but did not tumble. The right radiator was leaking so I could not ride away. The crash site was out of cell signal but a game warden was just up the street -- one of the passers by sent him back our way and he radioed for a tow truck that arrived surprisingly quickly. All told, other than the crash, it almost couldn't have gone better.
Despite the agony and indignity of riding about an hour on the back of my pal's KTM 1090 (really, the WORST part of the whole day) and the nuisance of having all the recovery hassle, it was still an awesome trip.
I picked up a one-way rental car just a few miles from the cabin (another KTM ride of shame/pain, but short) and trailed the other two back to DC on Sunday. I had the A/C on and rocking the XM Grateful Dead station, looking at outside conditions flip between rain and 103 on the thermometer once we got over by I-81. I would rather have been on the Wing.
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