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Ramjt (John) and I met on my Fall2015 tour of the southwest. With the Redfish Hunters, we toured together for about 4 days and I enjoyed getting to know him. Last week, he informed me that he was attempting an Iron Butt Association ride this weekend, and asked me to witness the conclusion of the ride. I was honored to do so, but concerned.
John chose his route such that 1000 miles fell very close to my house. Weather wise, this is no place for a Yankee right now. Temperatures are approaching 100, but with 70% humidity, it is miserably oppressive. None the less, John was born and raised in the south, and I was confident he would be OK.
Yesterday, I watched his SPOT feed, along with the radar and traffic reports. About 7:30 pm, it looked like go time for me, so I jumped on my bike and ran north up I-49 about 25 miles to our pre-determined meeting spot. I got there only a couple minutes early.
I was impressed at how good he looked having ridden for the better part of 17 hours. The FJR is so versatile as a motorcycle. However you decide to do it, this bike is a bonified mileage eater. I geared back up, and escorted him the 25 miles down to Lafayette for the simple celebration.
John must have lost 15 pounds soaking in that Aerostitch suit today. Holy Cow!! The truth is that he got extremely lucky with the weather. A couple of large rain systems soaked everything around his path in Louisiana. It left his route dry, but was close enough to provide good cloud cover all day, and temperatures that were at least tolerable.
We took care of the obligatory paperwork.
I offered to put him up at my house, and escort him East to see Redfish Hunter and his Dad on Sunday. But he got a second wind and decided to press on. He was hoping to go 500 more miles tomorrow and pick up some kind of IBA bonus.
Regardless, when you get to these parts, you gotta eat so I chose a restaurant that I know serves good food just off the Interstate on his route, and we rode 15 miles down the slab to it.
I had already eaten supper, but I’ve always got room for 1 crab cake. No point in being anti-social. John ordered the broiled seafood platter, an excellent choice if I don’t say so.
After dinner, we geared up and split ways, with John heading East for new adventure, and I West for home.
It was only 100 miles of slab for me, but it was different and I enjoyed my little part of the experience.
Stay thirsty, my friends….
John chose his route such that 1000 miles fell very close to my house. Weather wise, this is no place for a Yankee right now. Temperatures are approaching 100, but with 70% humidity, it is miserably oppressive. None the less, John was born and raised in the south, and I was confident he would be OK.
Yesterday, I watched his SPOT feed, along with the radar and traffic reports. About 7:30 pm, it looked like go time for me, so I jumped on my bike and ran north up I-49 about 25 miles to our pre-determined meeting spot. I got there only a couple minutes early.
I was impressed at how good he looked having ridden for the better part of 17 hours. The FJR is so versatile as a motorcycle. However you decide to do it, this bike is a bonified mileage eater. I geared back up, and escorted him the 25 miles down to Lafayette for the simple celebration.
John must have lost 15 pounds soaking in that Aerostitch suit today. Holy Cow!! The truth is that he got extremely lucky with the weather. A couple of large rain systems soaked everything around his path in Louisiana. It left his route dry, but was close enough to provide good cloud cover all day, and temperatures that were at least tolerable.
We took care of the obligatory paperwork.
I offered to put him up at my house, and escort him East to see Redfish Hunter and his Dad on Sunday. But he got a second wind and decided to press on. He was hoping to go 500 more miles tomorrow and pick up some kind of IBA bonus.
Regardless, when you get to these parts, you gotta eat so I chose a restaurant that I know serves good food just off the Interstate on his route, and we rode 15 miles down the slab to it.
I had already eaten supper, but I’ve always got room for 1 crab cake. No point in being anti-social. John ordered the broiled seafood platter, an excellent choice if I don’t say so.
After dinner, we geared up and split ways, with John heading East for new adventure, and I West for home.
It was only 100 miles of slab for me, but it was different and I enjoyed my little part of the experience.
Stay thirsty, my friends….