BobG
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The day starts out great.
Woke up and asked the wife if she wants to have lunch in Lake City.
So we took a little day ride from Grand Junction to Lake City, Colorado, about 170 miles one way. Great roads and views etc.
I wasn't really pushing it just enjoying the bike. I been here before, on a cruiser, this FJR is a lot more fun.
My wife follows me in her Miata with the two dogs. (Long story why she drives the car and not on the bike with me).
I was just cresting a pass near Cimarron, when I could not see part of the ODO or the speedo.
MY thoughts were "DAMN, DAMN, DAMN, son of a bitch, etc, etc, hate these fucken things, etc."
Stop the bike at the first safe pull off.
Wife asked what is wrong? Migraine I yell! Now I am repeating my thoughts out loud, as I am getting the Imitrex nasal spray.
Here comes the gagging, nastiest taste you can get. The worst thing is not knowing how bad it is going to be.
Wife wants to know after the gagging, if she should call the kids to get the bike?
I told her lets see how far I can get before it hits.
I start down the hill behind a large fifth wheel motor home. I at this time am missing part of my vision, kind of like a larger than normal blind spot in the upper left quadrant of my view. If it stays this way it will not be to bad, if I lose complete vision in my left eye, it is really going to suck.
Damn now I see some aura developing. Crap Crap crap, etc.
I can't push it faster because, I can't trust there is a clear left lane. I relax as much as possible, concentrate, concentrate.
Last bar on the gas gage disappears, got to stop in Cimarron, can't chance being stuck on the side of the road.
Two quick gallons and back in the saddle.
Now the road clears out a little, the wife right behind me. Pass Montrose, vision coming back, this is going to suck, again.
Yup same fucken spots.
I increase speed some, too many cops to really open it up. Sun sucks, engine noise sucks, keep pushing home. Cal science wind shield up all the way, no wind noise, this helps a lot. An hour of this and I am in my own bed, dark, quiet, cool room, just need to sleep it off.
Because of these damn things, I can go any where I want, because of these damn things I have more days than I want I can't do or go any where.
It is the day after the initial, hit. I have some dull pain, and the kids want me to go riding dirt bikes.
**** it, I am going!!
Have a great day all.
Woke up and asked the wife if she wants to have lunch in Lake City.
So we took a little day ride from Grand Junction to Lake City, Colorado, about 170 miles one way. Great roads and views etc.
I wasn't really pushing it just enjoying the bike. I been here before, on a cruiser, this FJR is a lot more fun.
My wife follows me in her Miata with the two dogs. (Long story why she drives the car and not on the bike with me).
I was just cresting a pass near Cimarron, when I could not see part of the ODO or the speedo.
MY thoughts were "DAMN, DAMN, DAMN, son of a bitch, etc, etc, hate these fucken things, etc."
Stop the bike at the first safe pull off.
Wife asked what is wrong? Migraine I yell! Now I am repeating my thoughts out loud, as I am getting the Imitrex nasal spray.
Here comes the gagging, nastiest taste you can get. The worst thing is not knowing how bad it is going to be.
Wife wants to know after the gagging, if she should call the kids to get the bike?
I told her lets see how far I can get before it hits.
I start down the hill behind a large fifth wheel motor home. I at this time am missing part of my vision, kind of like a larger than normal blind spot in the upper left quadrant of my view. If it stays this way it will not be to bad, if I lose complete vision in my left eye, it is really going to suck.
Damn now I see some aura developing. Crap Crap crap, etc.
I can't push it faster because, I can't trust there is a clear left lane. I relax as much as possible, concentrate, concentrate.
Last bar on the gas gage disappears, got to stop in Cimarron, can't chance being stuck on the side of the road.
Two quick gallons and back in the saddle.
Now the road clears out a little, the wife right behind me. Pass Montrose, vision coming back, this is going to suck, again.
Yup same fucken spots.
I increase speed some, too many cops to really open it up. Sun sucks, engine noise sucks, keep pushing home. Cal science wind shield up all the way, no wind noise, this helps a lot. An hour of this and I am in my own bed, dark, quiet, cool room, just need to sleep it off.
Because of these damn things, I can go any where I want, because of these damn things I have more days than I want I can't do or go any where.
It is the day after the initial, hit. I have some dull pain, and the kids want me to go riding dirt bikes.
**** it, I am going!!
Have a great day all.