SO, as I get near West Bend, it's getting wickedly windy and cold. If I hold the throttle steady, the bike actually goes from 65 to 50 MPH when the wind changes, and I need both hands to keep it headed the right direction.
Not being miserable enough, the Lord decides to send a little rain my way. So now my freezing hand is wet AND freezing, and starting to get numb. I decide I'll stop at the next Walmart in West Bend and picks up some gloves and a hat, since my short haired head is attracting icicles. I figure I'm about 25 miles away from the wal mart exit..and then the Lord decides to REALLY dump on me.
Big, fat, wet flakes start swirling. Even at 65, they cling right to the fairing. Now I have to stick my head up to see anything over the fairing. And I'm still 200 miles from home...
Well 5 miles of this is enough. I can't feel my fingers anymore, so I stick my head up (think of meerkat manor) over the fairing, and start looking for ANY exit.
Finally find one, and stop at a hospital. Run my hands under some water (OUCH!!!). Look out the windows, and it looks like Xmas day out there with all the snow coming down. Some well-expressed curses make a few people look at me funny, especially with my drowned-rat look. I get out the cell, and call my buddie with a trailer..
As I'm talking, I walk back outside. Lo and Behold! The Sun is shining in the west! Five minutes later, and it's a beautiful day! I also realize that because of the snow, I missed the x%4$%^ Walmart exit!
So, I stick my head under the hand dryer, and 2 hours later, the day has turned out even better, and I'm pulling up my drive.
Today, I plan on finding some way of attaching gloves so they don't get lost. I think I'll re-read that electric grip thread again. I also don't plan any more trips this year, unless they are under 100 miles.
Have a great day, everyone!
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