The Road to Hell
…is paved with good intentions.
My riding trip was a bust in terms of riding. But good times were had nonetheless.
My bike blew up, sorta. So i drove my car down to Tennessee to meet up with my pals at the Gap last week. I snapped this pic driving back up the Blue Ridge on Wednesday.
What’s wrong with my bike, you ask? Well, in girlspeak.. it was ‘broken’. Mechanical failure due to a teensy-weensy oversight when it was in for servicing. A simple mistake. Everyone is human, right? …Remaining… Calm… Not going to flip out again…. {deep breath – finding a happy place}
I did get to ride a bit however. 1 day we went 2 up across the Gap & the Cherohala and another I got to ride Kenny’s bike for the day while he drove the chase car. I’ve never been so scared on a bike before. Totally horrifying to give up the control.
Fuzzy,
What happened to your bike? Sorry to hear that. My bike also died on top of Whiteface Mt. (at over 4,000 feet above sea level) during a Kawasaki Tour while I was in Lake george for Americade. But it was fixed and I was able to get back to Lake George. I hope your is fixed too.