Hudson called when he reached Fall City and suggested an alternate plan, which I thought was reasonable (bastard was at the Tavern in Fall City enjoying onion rings when he called, no less!). So he crashed at home, I stayed at the hotel and on Sunday morning he came to get me. We ran South, loaded the FJR and sped back to his place. With a brief stop at the butcher and bakery in Cle Elum, we had just enough time for me to pack and get to the airport for my flight back to Los Angeles.
Are my Gummi Bears in here?
Ignominious
When we'd thought this trip up, I thought the only real Adventure we'd have would be the KTM (see what I did there?). Turns out Oregon's Northeast chip-sealed roads had other plans for us, devouring the FJRs rear tire much faster than anticipated. During our rescue it hit me like a ton of bricks. In hindsight the idea was there earlier, while we were weighing options in Condon OR. I could have kicked myself for not thinking of it sooner. The solution was right there! Darkside the FJR! The tire shop was bound to have a small, cheap radial that would fit. It easily would have gotten us to Yakima and then back home, too. See, the decision to choose salads had a negative effect on us. They made us think of healthy, safe options. Nothing like a good feed of fries to make you explore the crazier side of life!