BikerGeek99
Yeah, it's a concrete corn cob. So?
So Sooze and I are geeks. And there’s an FJR gathering called NERDS.
Are you kidding me? How could we possibly resist! Let’s go!!
8/12/2011
Friday the 12th. Sooze and I took a half-day off of work so we could get on the road. Just like last time we went to New England, our plan was to ride from Columbus up to Sooze’s sister’s place in Buffalo and visit with the family. Plus, Sooze’s sister’s son is a recent high school graduate who is bound for college, and they were having a little party for him.
All packed up, all loaded up, it was time to hit the road in the early-afternoon.
As we were heading out of town, we rolled by the Harley dealer where our buddy JC works. He was there because they were doing a “Stay-Cation” where they were letting people camp there since the dealer was a stop for the folks riding the Hoka Hey this year. So we scared the crap outta the cagers around us as I lit up the air horns on the FJR as we rode by.
Y’know, sometimes you see something on the road that really makes you pause for a moment. This was one of those things and one of those times – yes, it’s a 70-something Camaro that’s 4-wheel-drive. Yes, it says “Plum Crazy” across the rear spoiler.
In an effort to get us out of Columbus and through Cleveland before Friday-evening rush hour started ramping up, we hoofed it north and it wasn’t long before we hit state #2 for this trip. In, of course, road construction.
It wasn’t long before we were through that state and into state #3.
Shadow shot.
Getting there….
Somewhere along the way we had a Close Call. We were in a construction zone, just humming along, not too fast, not too slow, and were riding along with no traffic in the immediate vicinity. Up ahead we would be overtaking a semi in the right lane. As we got closer, I moved to the left lane. And then … I saw something in the road ahead. I slowed a bit and then it dawned on me – it was one of those damn orange construction barrels, on its side, rolling around between the right and left lanes!
I wasn’t too worried about hitting it with the bike, but I was worried about what the driver of the semi would do. Does he see it? Will he swerve right or, worse – swerve left? My Spidey sense was at full buzz and I covered front and rear brakes, grabbed a gear in case I needed to get outta there in a hurry, and moved way the left side of the road. Not the lane – the road (once I made sure there wasn’t any garbage in the pull-off lane). I eyeballed the truck waiting to see what he was gonna do.
The truck was a little bit in front of us when the barrel rolled directly in front of him. He didn’t do a damn thing so – WHAM!! – he hit the thing! Just as he hit it, I opened up the bike and got as far in front of him as was practical, because when he hit that thing, the sand in the base went poof! And the barrel itself popped up in the air, and I did NOT want to wait around to see where it landed. As we powered by the semi, Sooze saw the drivers face and said he definitely had a “OH ****!” look on his face. I’m sure I did as well.
Whew. That coulda been bad, but we made it through OK. Never had that happen before.
Sooze had to get a picture of this because (1) we stopped there; (b`) she always stops there on her way to her sister’s place; (iii) it’s only 30 minutes from her sister’s place and our brother-in-law always gives her crap for stopping so close to their place.
In case you were curious.
And it wasn’t long before we safely arrived and joined in the festivities.
Are you kidding me? How could we possibly resist! Let’s go!!
8/12/2011
Friday the 12th. Sooze and I took a half-day off of work so we could get on the road. Just like last time we went to New England, our plan was to ride from Columbus up to Sooze’s sister’s place in Buffalo and visit with the family. Plus, Sooze’s sister’s son is a recent high school graduate who is bound for college, and they were having a little party for him.
All packed up, all loaded up, it was time to hit the road in the early-afternoon.
As we were heading out of town, we rolled by the Harley dealer where our buddy JC works. He was there because they were doing a “Stay-Cation” where they were letting people camp there since the dealer was a stop for the folks riding the Hoka Hey this year. So we scared the crap outta the cagers around us as I lit up the air horns on the FJR as we rode by.
Y’know, sometimes you see something on the road that really makes you pause for a moment. This was one of those things and one of those times – yes, it’s a 70-something Camaro that’s 4-wheel-drive. Yes, it says “Plum Crazy” across the rear spoiler.
In an effort to get us out of Columbus and through Cleveland before Friday-evening rush hour started ramping up, we hoofed it north and it wasn’t long before we hit state #2 for this trip. In, of course, road construction.
It wasn’t long before we were through that state and into state #3.
Shadow shot.
Getting there….
Somewhere along the way we had a Close Call. We were in a construction zone, just humming along, not too fast, not too slow, and were riding along with no traffic in the immediate vicinity. Up ahead we would be overtaking a semi in the right lane. As we got closer, I moved to the left lane. And then … I saw something in the road ahead. I slowed a bit and then it dawned on me – it was one of those damn orange construction barrels, on its side, rolling around between the right and left lanes!
I wasn’t too worried about hitting it with the bike, but I was worried about what the driver of the semi would do. Does he see it? Will he swerve right or, worse – swerve left? My Spidey sense was at full buzz and I covered front and rear brakes, grabbed a gear in case I needed to get outta there in a hurry, and moved way the left side of the road. Not the lane – the road (once I made sure there wasn’t any garbage in the pull-off lane). I eyeballed the truck waiting to see what he was gonna do.
The truck was a little bit in front of us when the barrel rolled directly in front of him. He didn’t do a damn thing so – WHAM!! – he hit the thing! Just as he hit it, I opened up the bike and got as far in front of him as was practical, because when he hit that thing, the sand in the base went poof! And the barrel itself popped up in the air, and I did NOT want to wait around to see where it landed. As we powered by the semi, Sooze saw the drivers face and said he definitely had a “OH ****!” look on his face. I’m sure I did as well.
Whew. That coulda been bad, but we made it through OK. Never had that happen before.
Sooze had to get a picture of this because (1) we stopped there; (b`) she always stops there on her way to her sister’s place; (iii) it’s only 30 minutes from her sister’s place and our brother-in-law always gives her crap for stopping so close to their place.
In case you were curious.
And it wasn’t long before we safely arrived and joined in the festivities.