NancysToy
Motorbike Professor
Yesterday we attended a party about 80 miles from home that a friend throws annually for all the serious gearheads. Always an amazing turnout of hotrods, race cars, antiques, and cycles. This year instead of taking my hotrod, Nancy's Falcon convertible, or one of my vintage bikes, we decided to ride. I rode one of the BMWs and Nancy rode her Spyder. Nice weather riding there, and a great party.
About 8 PM Nancy comes over to me with this sad look on her face, and tells me the bad news. Seems she had her Spyder key in her fanny pack, forgot, and tossed it in the trunk. Oops! Didn't have a spare with us. (Note to self: Get off your butt and get a third key made.) Following my marriage vows, for better or for worse, and in the best tradition of knights of old, I rode the two hours home to fetch the spare key. I admit that I cheated, and drove Nancy's HHR back, partly in deference to my aching butt and knees, and partly to make it easier on her to get home at that late hour.
Arrived back shortly after midnight to save the day...make that the next day. Nancy drove home, and I rode the Spyder. Quite naturally, since I had forgotten to grab my rainsuit from the Beemer, it started to rain almost immediately. Got raining so hard I missed my turn and ended up on the freeway. Spyder was not happy re-entering the highway in the rain. The VSS still works. Took me a couple of miles just to get up to minimum highway speeds. I did have on my winter riding jacket, which is waterproof, but my mesh pants were not. Wet jeans get chilly. The foglights were a great help, especially in the lighter rain or the evaporation mist off the hot roads. The beams from the headlights, which are normally very strong, just got sucked into the darkness, or reflected back at me. Anyway, after a tedious ride home, we climbed into bed about 2:30 AM. Way too late for geezers! To top it off, Nancy's HHR picked up a nail or something, and she had a flat this morning. Changed it, and have to address that tomorrow.
I am saving up the Brownie Points I earned for the next time I do something really stupid, and need them badly. Chivalry is not dead!
-Scotty
About 8 PM Nancy comes over to me with this sad look on her face, and tells me the bad news. Seems she had her Spyder key in her fanny pack, forgot, and tossed it in the trunk. Oops! Didn't have a spare with us. (Note to self: Get off your butt and get a third key made.) Following my marriage vows, for better or for worse, and in the best tradition of knights of old, I rode the two hours home to fetch the spare key. I admit that I cheated, and drove Nancy's HHR back, partly in deference to my aching butt and knees, and partly to make it easier on her to get home at that late hour.
Arrived back shortly after midnight to save the day...make that the next day. Nancy drove home, and I rode the Spyder. Quite naturally, since I had forgotten to grab my rainsuit from the Beemer, it started to rain almost immediately. Got raining so hard I missed my turn and ended up on the freeway. Spyder was not happy re-entering the highway in the rain. The VSS still works. Took me a couple of miles just to get up to minimum highway speeds. I did have on my winter riding jacket, which is waterproof, but my mesh pants were not. Wet jeans get chilly. The foglights were a great help, especially in the lighter rain or the evaporation mist off the hot roads. The beams from the headlights, which are normally very strong, just got sucked into the darkness, or reflected back at me. Anyway, after a tedious ride home, we climbed into bed about 2:30 AM. Way too late for geezers! To top it off, Nancy's HHR picked up a nail or something, and she had a flat this morning. Changed it, and have to address that tomorrow.
I am saving up the Brownie Points I earned for the next time I do something really stupid, and need them badly. Chivalry is not dead!
-Scotty
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