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So Allen - you got any pics of 'drifting' through the curves? :) Did you guys make the Oark Cafe? As Marty says mmmmmmmmmm pie:punk:
Yes, we are lunch at the cafe...pics from pants will be posted later. I did not run a video, but I did find some rough road on a tight right hand curve that caused my tires to do some bouncing - that was an oh shit moment!

 
Can't wait for the report. Not sure this trip this time would have been for me with the pucker and oh ship moments described so far, but sounds like you're all having a good time.

 
Well - we had another nice day. My buddy john went home today to get some work things taken care of. Me and my feej bruthas from other muthas managed about 275 miles of dollar coaster under absolutely gorgeous weather. I split off from them about 330 to head south, with them going north back to harrison. I rode back to lake nimrod and picked a wonderful site on the lake shore. I've got a low fire going and I'm sipping on a cocktail enjoying the silence and the solitude

Tomorrow I will pack up and ride the 500 miles home. But I will have some great memories to keep me company

Life is great. Cheers, friends

 
Simply put, the spectacular roads were second to only the friendships forged this weekend. Tomorrow we head home and I am thankful for the awesome weekend spent with friends!! Thanks guys!! Ride safe.

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By the way, when something in your suspension doesn't feel right, you can fiddle with pre-load, rebound, and riding techniques all u want, but if u only have 17.5 psi in the rear, PENSKE himself can't fix that shit. Occum's Razor should have clued us in.

Good thing is, I now know how to use a plug kit and the tire was toast anyway.

 
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Cav - did your flat happen near Oark? I recall a marathon tire plugging session there last fall with Marty
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I pulled up to the house about 6:00 pm CDT with about 550 miles on my arse - the last 240 straight. But otherwise, I'm all good and I thoroughly enjoyed the weekend.

Ride report coming, of course. I'll need a few days...

I want to thank Cav47 for coming up with this great idea, and holding our hands along the way. As always, I look forward to the next adventure.

 
Cav - did your flat happen near Oark? I recall a marathon tire plugging session there last fall with Marty:p
I think I picked up the piece of metal on the way down there. I noticed it Saturday mid day at one of the stops. It looked like a small rock yet was sticking to the tires. I did not mess with it much, but that must have been the impetus to starting the leak. I rode with it the rest of the day on Saturday and all day Sunday. Something did not feel right with the suspension, so a few adjustments were reccomended and I got some good suggestions for improving my riding. I know all the adjustments and technique stuff was good!!! But it still felt

un-planted on weight transfer from side to side or mid corner. I admittedly am not a good enough or experienced rider to diagnose something that was wrong, but my butt could feel the problems.

Sunday after we got back, I was wiping the bike down and noticed the tire was able to be pushed in as I was looking to see how much tread was left for the ride home. The gage read 17.5. I spun the wheel over to find the "rock" from earlier. As I was pumping up the tire, it was making bubbles of water on it. It all made sense then.

With the help of Allen, PoolBoy, and new guy John that met us for dinner, we got it fixed in 15 min.

It held up all the way home with no problem. And I flogged the crap out of it today.

 
So just to give you my high lights, Rode down on thursday, camped , BURR!, rode friday 330 ish miles started out in 34 degrees with a light sprinkle but ended up with dry roads by noon. I stopped for a break and realized i had forgotten my wallet. A stranger came out of the store and started asking about me and the bike ect.. He asked me why I stopped here and i told him i was hungry and was going to get some food here but i had forgotten my wallet, but had enough to get a candy bar with my tank bag change. So he says " So,-- you need me to buy you lunch." Which I replied,"no I can get by, but thanks. So he says, " I'll make you a deal, if you go to Oark you will find they best burger and pie in the world and I will buy you lunch if you go there ." He ended up calling them to make sure i had enough money between us to get me lunch for the day. I said i would accept if i could return the money to him when i got home and he said " It doesn't work that way around here, you just pay it forward." That right there could have made my trip. SO, ''Pants" can fill in the points between there and the part were i couldnt find my key to the bike so i could go home monday morning. ( Cav47 asked me the day before what i would do if i lost my key, he did show me where he keeps his spare, and i have learned my lesson. Thanks cav.) I did find the key. Some how between removing it from the ingnition and building a fire ended up droping it somewhere. I woke up and started packing and went to open the side bag and no key in my pocket. I ended up raking the leaves up in my entire camp site and going threw every inch of my bags,tent, ect... And still no key!!!!! SON - OF- A- BEEEEP!!!! There is only one place i hadn't looked but NO freekin way it could be in THERE. So i pull up the fire ring and start raking threw the ashes AND!!----- nothing. I go to put the fire ring back in its place and i notice thre are still some ashes in the old tire rim so I dump them on the ground and start raking threw them and AAAH!! HAAAA! there is my house key,tank bag key and the ingnition key still bolted together. So I pick it up and it's still to hot to touch for more than a few seconds. It's a grayish color, has a slight bed to it, but looks to still have what it takes to be a key. I clean it up, traightened it out, and prayed it would turn in the ingintion and it did. So down the road i go. I also learned that with my "Tag-Along-Tank" i can go from the hotel to camp at Shady Oaks campground, ( ten miles south of hotel on hwy 7) "to" ten miles from Rockport MO. where I felt the first little stumble of running out of fuel. I turn on the valve to the aux... tank and turn on the aux... pump and hope there is still somthing in there to help. Im not sure how, but i make it almost to the top of the off ramp at Rockport MO. where 30 yards from the top of the hill it dies. I pull in the clutch and coast up hill to the stop sign and into the intersection where my feet take over getting me across the street to the beakdown lane and i'm able to coasted down the hill 200 yards to the gas pump. Home safe now.

 
I got back to Indy at 8:40pm ET. Rode the last 240 miles without stopping too. Missouri State Trooper gave me an award on the way home, had a low-side oops due to a new front tire and freezing temps just half a mile from my house when I was leaving to meet Cav Friday, but it was all worth it for the great riding and socializing over the weekend.

I get to chat with my insurance agent Tuesday to see what my options are for the scraped bike pieces and gear...

 
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"So I pick it up and it's still to hot to touch for more than a few seconds. It's a grayish color, has a slight bed to it, but looks to still have what it takes to be a key" - that's some funny stuff, man.

Allen - sorry to hear about your P/A. I know you have a radar detector - did the Popo "instant on" you?

For my last 150 miles, I uncharacteristically slabbed it. I wandered a little in the morning and it was starting to get late. A bird dog passed me doing around 95 and I got about 1/8 mile behind him for around 100 miles. At least that made the torture a little more bearable.

 
Missouri State Trooper gave me an award on the way home.
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Sorry to hear about the low side Allen.
It wasn't too bad. ATGATT saved all of my skin - not a scratch on me!

As for the award and my radar detector...I did not look at it (no audible warning until I switch headsets to one with an audio jack) and my right arm cramped up causing me to blip the throttle and swerve from the right lane to the left lane just behind a trooper suv. I honestly have no idea what my speed increased to but I know we were doing 70 in a 70 zone on I-57 right before this happened because Cav was leading then started to slow down. I pulled next to him and looked at my speedo and saw 72, which is actually 70. Popo said I was going more than 80 but wrote me up for 80.

 
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