So I leave the tech/wreck day feeling all warm and fuzzy from the great hospitality and meeting some great folks when I look down at my bike and what do I see? This extra 12 feet of wire dangling along down between the triple tree and gas tank. Chit, I thought Griff put that back, I mean really, he's the one that pulled it out of wherever it was hiding. I didn't even know this bike had all that wiring stuffed somewhere. No problem, I'll just stop and bundle it up and tie it with a ziptie till I get back home. Here's where it get's interesting.
I pull off I-26 to wad up the wiring that Griff forgot to put back. Did I mention Griff found this wiring somewhere in the bowels of my bike that I never knew was there. Or at least Griff said it was there originally. I think Griff added it when I had my back turned and was eating one of those yummy muffins that Mrs Griff supplied. So I stopped on the shoulder on a slight downhill and tried to put the kickstand down. Well the wiring got hung in the kickstand and my boot at the same time with the stand 3/4 of the way down. I bend down to untangle my boot and when I do my right hand comes off the brake and I start rolling off into the grass with my left foot entangled in the wiring that Griff might have added to my bike at Griff's house. Yes, this is the same leg that I broke 2 months ago in a deer strike, that I am violently yanking and pulling on to free myself while wobbling into the ditch alongside the interstate.
So I'm lying there in the ditch with the bike pinned against my leg, you know the one that's almost healed, thinking how great an idea it was to ride a 1000 miles to meet Griff, Mrs. Griff, Pepper, and all those nice FJR guys. All this so I could change my spark plugs, disconnect my auto retract on the windshield, and do a TBS. Oh look, my windshield didn't go down when I turned the bike off. Yep, worth it.
THANKS EVERYONE!!
