So, my chapter of the Southern Cruisers had the Feb. chapter ride today. I however could not go on the ride with the group because in the past year I have not been on a new rider's ride in order to be allowed to ride with the group. (everytime I sign up, it gets rained out....**sigh**)
Anyhow, Billy and I decided to make our route and meet everyone for lunch. So we head out, 30% chance of rain. That means 70% that we won't get rained on. Well we stopped at our first gas stop on the way out to fill up, talked to a group of Gold Wing riders. Asked if we hit rain. We said, No not yet. Then me, key word YET. We take off and head out and not even 10 minutes down the road it comes a gully washer. Sheww!!! I've only been a passenger in the rain so I was rather surprised how well the 400 handled in the rain. And the only thing that got wet was my face because I decided I would try my half helmet out on the scooter. Was pleased that my legs and feet stayed very dry.
So we get on down the road and start to dry out and we have to start dodging piles of horse poop. Trail ride weekend---I hate rodeo season. We get stopped by 3 different trail rides. **stinky***
Meet up with part of the group at the restaurant, someone's got a flat. I get my compressor out and plug it in and help them fill the tire up. Man, once the other parts of the group showed up they were all looking at Putterbug. It was neat.
Ate lunch and we took off a different way from the group (after all we weren't riding with them today anyway) We went where we would pass them on the road. Everyone got a chuckle out of that. Got rained on 2 more times. And then got behind someone hauling a load of fertilizer (aka horse/cow poop). We almost threw up. What a day to pick to wear that 1/2 helmet. Anyhow, we blew past them with no trouble what so ever.
We get close to our end point and I SAW ANOTHER BURGMAN!!! It looked like a 650 however I didn't have my glasses on so I couldn't see if it was a 400 or a 650. But it was a burgman. Silver too. I think it was a 650 because of the passenger backrest didn't look like mine and it sounded different. We we pull up to the ice house to meet everyone once again and they were all laughing about how we passed them and they saw that other burgman and waved to him thinking it was me. They were embarrassed. LOL Funny though, they were looking for us.
So, despite the black rain cloud following me around, people on horses drunk out of their minds at 10am, wind, poop on trailers and adjusting my shock too soft it was a great ride. I wish I would have tried it without the bum stop, I could have used the extra stretching room.
So 200 miles later, I'm ready to go to sleep and do it again next weekend.
Anyhow, Billy and I decided to make our route and meet everyone for lunch. So we head out, 30% chance of rain. That means 70% that we won't get rained on. Well we stopped at our first gas stop on the way out to fill up, talked to a group of Gold Wing riders. Asked if we hit rain. We said, No not yet. Then me, key word YET. We take off and head out and not even 10 minutes down the road it comes a gully washer. Sheww!!! I've only been a passenger in the rain so I was rather surprised how well the 400 handled in the rain. And the only thing that got wet was my face because I decided I would try my half helmet out on the scooter. Was pleased that my legs and feet stayed very dry.
So we get on down the road and start to dry out and we have to start dodging piles of horse poop. Trail ride weekend---I hate rodeo season. We get stopped by 3 different trail rides. **stinky***
Meet up with part of the group at the restaurant, someone's got a flat. I get my compressor out and plug it in and help them fill the tire up. Man, once the other parts of the group showed up they were all looking at Putterbug. It was neat.
Ate lunch and we took off a different way from the group (after all we weren't riding with them today anyway) We went where we would pass them on the road. Everyone got a chuckle out of that. Got rained on 2 more times. And then got behind someone hauling a load of fertilizer (aka horse/cow poop). We almost threw up. What a day to pick to wear that 1/2 helmet. Anyhow, we blew past them with no trouble what so ever.
We get close to our end point and I SAW ANOTHER BURGMAN!!! It looked like a 650 however I didn't have my glasses on so I couldn't see if it was a 400 or a 650. But it was a burgman. Silver too. I think it was a 650 because of the passenger backrest didn't look like mine and it sounded different. We we pull up to the ice house to meet everyone once again and they were all laughing about how we passed them and they saw that other burgman and waved to him thinking it was me. They were embarrassed. LOL Funny though, they were looking for us.
So, despite the black rain cloud following me around, people on horses drunk out of their minds at 10am, wind, poop on trailers and adjusting my shock too soft it was a great ride. I wish I would have tried it without the bum stop, I could have used the extra stretching room.
So 200 miles later, I'm ready to go to sleep and do it again next weekend.
