A Perfectly Horrible Beautiful Day
Monday, May 05, 2008
So my beautiful day yesterday didn't turn out so well. I flew in late Friday from a business trip and spent all day Saturday (9am - 7pm) helping Sig Other's son and daughter-in-law move. I was stiff and sore and still hadn't even unpacked. Yesterday I got up to an incredibly gorgeous day here in Portland, the kind of late spring day that you HAVE to ride your motorcycle. So I kicked it into high gear, got unpacked and all the laundry done. About 1pm I went and met Dan and we took a ride out through the country to his daughter's house. We visited a while and when I went to leave, something went terribly wrong with my motorcycle. It made a noise that was a cross between a pop and a backfire, let out a little white smoke from the left side, and wouldn't run other than laying on the throttle. You can hear air coming in somewhere. Dan and his son-in-law both think the head may be cracked. So Dan left on his bike (maybe we BOTH shouldn't have solo saddles) to go get the car. Meanwhile I played with his granddaughter which was amazing for me since this was the first time it was just her and I with no "Papa" around. So my bike is in her garage and we'll tow it to the shop tomorrow and brace ourselves for the "damage report". This was my "perfectly horrible beautiful day". I tried to write this last night but I was still in a bit of a snit over the whole thing. My bike is a 2006 and doesn't even have 10,000 miles on her. I'm going to hope for the best.
Adding insult to injury were the questions at work this morning....."Where's your bike?" and "I can't believe you didn't ride today." It was about 76 here in Portland today.