So as I prepared for the "5 and Dime" rally, I had this lingering doubt in my head. With Jim's (flab) help, my '05 had a new starter and I swapped out to new PR2's
front and rear on Saturday. Sunday all the fluids were changed and I prepped the bike.
I had planned an aggressive route for pure points, I felt I had a chanced to do well… really well. I started the rally from home at noon eastern time. I had planned
on riding until rush hour traffic then check into a motel for a 4 hour rest. I felt I rode very well and scooped up bonus points the long way up to Washington DC. With
15 or so stops I was running 3 hours "Behind" my target time. This was no problem, as my plan was to do a complete clean sweep of all East coast points. I decided
to hit D.C. first because of the timed bonus locations. This turned out to be the right choice as traffic was lousy. So after 28 hours and all DC bonus scooped, I got out
of the stand still traffic and took a nap in a motel ($) I really wasn't that tired so after a little more than 3 hours I headed out again. 7:30 and traffic was still grid locked.
I made my way down to the Chesapeake Bay Bridge/Tunnel and then headed north to Dover, DE. The air became cool and traffic opened up. All was going well… or
so it seemed. With some distance to my next bonus location, I reflected on the rally occurrences behind me and in front of me the awaiting experiences. Then it happened…
the big "Why am I doing this?" question. It threw me a bit, usually this happens to me on a bad moment - But this was a good moment. The rally was progressing the way I
had figured, I was doing well… Now I preach to everyone about this question arising, as it does with me on almost every ride that I have ridden. This time was different…
I had NO convincing answer. I had (IMO) a great plan, I felt great … BUT I asked myself "Why?" - Was it something I wanted to do for the next 10 days? Was there something
better I could be spending my money on? Was this passion of LD riding fading from me after only 4 seasons. (200k miles) Was this obsession killing other things (Relationships)
that should have been above riding in priority?
I wish I could bring up my SPOT tracking. I think I pulled no less than 4 U-turns with the thoughts "I am going home" (South)… No wait "I am NOT a quitter" (North)… NY city ahead- No way…
(South again) This is my rally I am NOT quitting…(North again) Well, The southbound decision won the night. I called Steve (The RM) and told him of my decision. He told me to sleep on it and call him back
in the morning. I told him I actually felt great but thought I should be home with my wife. He understood. I called my wife and gave her the news. YOU QUITTER! she screamed.. Just kidding , she was happy.
SO… I dropped out of a rally. And a great rally at that. I really love the format of this rally. I slept overnight in a motel, rode for a bit then pulled into a PIZZA HUT and ordered some
food. I then returned home to my home in Florida. What a heart break decision! BUTT an even bigger decision awaits now… What about the '15 IBR?
I would like to think it was a fail of momentary circumstances, but I fear it is a finality based on the fact that I have done everything that I set out to do. I know the rally vets
are thinking "Phttt What a quitter!" - and at times I feel like it too, but … where does one go from here?
I am thinking ALASKA flower sniffing with my wife! I still love to ride!
front and rear on Saturday. Sunday all the fluids were changed and I prepped the bike.
I had planned an aggressive route for pure points, I felt I had a chanced to do well… really well. I started the rally from home at noon eastern time. I had planned
on riding until rush hour traffic then check into a motel for a 4 hour rest. I felt I rode very well and scooped up bonus points the long way up to Washington DC. With
15 or so stops I was running 3 hours "Behind" my target time. This was no problem, as my plan was to do a complete clean sweep of all East coast points. I decided
to hit D.C. first because of the timed bonus locations. This turned out to be the right choice as traffic was lousy. So after 28 hours and all DC bonus scooped, I got out
of the stand still traffic and took a nap in a motel ($) I really wasn't that tired so after a little more than 3 hours I headed out again. 7:30 and traffic was still grid locked.
I made my way down to the Chesapeake Bay Bridge/Tunnel and then headed north to Dover, DE. The air became cool and traffic opened up. All was going well… or
so it seemed. With some distance to my next bonus location, I reflected on the rally occurrences behind me and in front of me the awaiting experiences. Then it happened…
the big "Why am I doing this?" question. It threw me a bit, usually this happens to me on a bad moment - But this was a good moment. The rally was progressing the way I
had figured, I was doing well… Now I preach to everyone about this question arising, as it does with me on almost every ride that I have ridden. This time was different…
I had NO convincing answer. I had (IMO) a great plan, I felt great … BUT I asked myself "Why?" - Was it something I wanted to do for the next 10 days? Was there something
better I could be spending my money on? Was this passion of LD riding fading from me after only 4 seasons. (200k miles) Was this obsession killing other things (Relationships)
that should have been above riding in priority?
I wish I could bring up my SPOT tracking. I think I pulled no less than 4 U-turns with the thoughts "I am going home" (South)… No wait "I am NOT a quitter" (North)… NY city ahead- No way…
(South again) This is my rally I am NOT quitting…(North again) Well, The southbound decision won the night. I called Steve (The RM) and told him of my decision. He told me to sleep on it and call him back
in the morning. I told him I actually felt great but thought I should be home with my wife. He understood. I called my wife and gave her the news. YOU QUITTER! she screamed.. Just kidding , she was happy.
SO… I dropped out of a rally. And a great rally at that. I really love the format of this rally. I slept overnight in a motel, rode for a bit then pulled into a PIZZA HUT and ordered some
food. I then returned home to my home in Florida. What a heart break decision! BUTT an even bigger decision awaits now… What about the '15 IBR?
I would like to think it was a fail of momentary circumstances, but I fear it is a finality based on the fact that I have done everything that I set out to do. I know the rally vets
are thinking "Phttt What a quitter!" - and at times I feel like it too, but … where does one go from here?
I am thinking ALASKA flower sniffing with my wife! I still love to ride!