Triked & home
OK. Not sure where to post this, but here is my story.
As I posted last week, I spent a week in Murray KY, while Hannigan Motor Sports converted the LT from a two wheeler to a three wheeler, and as promised, it rolled out late on Friday. A few spins around the parking lot, and it was time to head to the motel for one more night in Murray. I would like to acknowledge Richard Hardt, known as CaptRich on this site. I met him and his wife Sally who had attended CCR 06, their first Curve Cowboy Reunion. They live in the area, and are working on a house located a half mile from Hanniganís. It was nice to spend time meeting them and talking motorcycle talk. Iím glad he responded to my post, and hope to see them at Tan Tara.
Now, concerning the trike and my trip home. I had planned to hit the road around 9 EST , figuring I would allow myself 7 hours to get to Cincinnati due the cold weather. I figured I would spend a little more time stopping to warm the feet. Like a kid on Christmas morning, I could not sleep once I decided to get up, after laying there awake for 30 minuets or so. Alright 7a.m, grab some coffee and start loading the bike, loaded and on the road at 8:15, temperature gauge reading 22 degrees.
After a couple of hours, I stopped for gas and breakfast, about a 45 minute stop in Central City KY, after that, it was basically non stop, one pit stop for personal reasons. The next time the gas gauge reached the warning light level, I simply hit the auxiliary gas tank button, watched the needle rise as gas was pumped into the main tank, while just cruising down the highway.
OK with all due respect, the Wendell Ford Western KY highway is boring, as is, I65. So as I bypassed Louisville, I called my SO to inform her that I would be happy to go out of my way and pick up her mail in Warsaw KY, thus allowing me to ride up US 42 along the Ohio River, a road I have traveled many times this year on two wheels.
Wow, now Iím on a road with some curves, I feel my face breaking into a smile, Iím liking this, is what Iím thinking, as I take one curve after another, each one picking up a little more speed. OK, I arrive home 389 miles later, 20 degrees warmer, the temp guage now reading 44. I did not run into any poles at the gas station, nor did I leave a rear wheel hanging over the center line, or off the road on the right side, now just get it in the garage without hitting the sides.
Now yesterday, my SO is dying to take a spin, so off we go to lunch, I took the long way around, over the hill and thru the valley, down the winding roads along the Little Miami River to lunch we go. Now, I have ridden close to 392 miles, she just 3, when I ask how she likes it, she said its different, again, a few miles later, after some curves, she says, Iím liking it. Iím just sorry I did not do it a couple of years ago, when the bug hit me in Breckenridge, oh well, itís done and Iím a happy triker.
Last edited by PePa; Dec 11th, 2006 at 2:27 pm.