Honestly, I knew I was the one taking the risk. Why else would Dave insist I take the SPOT? In case something happened to me on the less traveled route. Or...was it to make George, who was watching the SPOT online, think we rode the epic roads so Hudson could skate down the 395 unnoticed? We may never truly know...
For my part, I gassed up and urined down. While topping up the tank on the R, I met two other riders on nekkid bikes. I paid them no mind. I had a horsepower advantage and it was clear to me I was thus the superior motorcycling being in those parts. After getting settled and pointing the nose of the big KTM roughly straight ahead, I unleashed the staggering fury of 150 horsepower. Something flickered on the dash, I ignored it and we blasted a hole in time and space as Highway 7 once again was beaten into submission under the rear K60. Just before Hwy 7 gave way to 24, I was settling down to a nice highly entertaining (illegal??) pace on a straight stretch when the two crotchety rockets went by me. Like I was glued inside a diorama! And like the thoroughbred she was, the KTM was having none of it. Despite her steering damper, her head waggled just a bit as 4th gear introduced a drop-kick of toque through the rear wheel. The Earth held fast and bike and rider were flung forward instantly. Yes, it's good to have power. No, they can't be too much. Corruption, thy art my friend!
In mere seconds I reeled in the nekkid twins. The rear rider did a double take in his mirror when he spotted me on his tail. I smiled in my helmet knowing he was probably a bit stunned that something as large at that KTM could accelerate that fast.
But they had the last laugh. After passing the SUV we'd happened up behind, all I saw was two fat rear ties disappearing around the next turn. My front knobby would be no match in the twisties so I backed off, bidding my time for an opportunity to pass the cute ute. I managed a pass about a minute later, by which time the crotchers were so far gone ahead I only caught glimpses of them in the distance. I wished them a safe ride and hunkered down to enjoy my own ride.
And again hwy 52 did not disappoint. I landed in Ukiah 20 minutes ahead of Slowy McSlowface on the Slow Boat from Austin. I spent time getting into and out of a heated political discussion with the gas station dude, who was largely debating with himself. Hudson rolled in and we went down the road for lunch. Hudson raved about the last stretch on the 395, maybe 25 miles worth of the road, saying it was simply sublime. I couldn't stop grinning about running the same epic road on back to back days.
NOT the gas station dude I debated with...
After lunch was when we really started to notice the tire issue. See, we'd figured the front would be the issue. Being as cupped as it was, it really didn't inspire confidence in the turns, letting the bike drop in too much, suddenly. But it was the rear showing signs of giving up first. The center tread was rippling. Hudson decided he wanted to run the next 80 miles or so on the KTM to have some fun on that bike. Who was I to argue with the guy loaning me a nice bike? I'm Duane, that's who! After reminding him that he was putting me on the SS Danger for this part of the run, he shrugged and took off. Fine gent, right there. OK, guess I'll show him not to fear the Rubber Reaper then...