While I was at a gas station, I met some Kinfolk MC guys (1%) who were riding to Dallas. They allowed me to hang with them since I was heading in the same direction. Of course I stayed in back out of respect to their group.
This was the first time riding side by side, instead of staggered. Somehow it felt safer than staggered. Despite doing 75 on wet highway roads. It was an awesome experience.
On the next gas stop we saw some Infidels MC guys. For some reason I thought they were a 1% club too. I didn’t know what to expect. The guys in the two clubs didn’t know each other, but they were quick to meet and greet. Man the level of brotherhood was awesome to witness. #respect
The Kinfolk MC leader gave me his card, told me to keep in touch, and I do plan to. Out of respect I won’t show the other side that has the leader’s contact name and number. After topping off we headed back on the road and I peeled off a few miles later.
The rest of the route from Simi Valley, CA to Orlando, FL is undefined at the moment. I decided to pick a route each morning, splitting the rest of the trip into 3 days. This way I can avoid any potential Category 4 hurricanes, and any roads that were swept out to sea.
Today started with light rain. So much for weather forecasts.
I put on my rain jacket, but dummy me, forgot to put on the rain pants. Never knew how heavy a fully soaked pair of jeans can get. 🙂 Boots got soaked too, enough that I was able to pour out water once I got to a hotel.
I only did about 220 miles, since I got a call from my team asking me to stop and help fix a shell script. Figured I’d camp out here in Odessa. Found a cheap hotel room (*), logged in and resolved the issue.
Ordering food now. Hoping I can catch the new Myans M.C. episode.
Tomorrow I’ll complete the trip to Irving, TX, but I might extend it a bit since I no longer need to stop there. I originally planned to possibly squat at our corporate office for a day.
(*) Hotels so far were $58 (Tue) and $67 (Wed) and $59 (Thu). All were 2 star; guest rating of 3.5 or higher.
I got a late start today, unfortunately the only pictures I have are screenshots of the weather forecast (50 mph complete with snide remark, thanks Carrot!), and of the route (thanks Bad Elf!).
Thanks to a wealth of feedback and mentorship from Society of Riders, I have finally overcome my fear of riding in the rain.
That, and I was freezing my fucking ass off and wasn’t about to stop.
The first half of the ride went smoothly, humming along between 80-90 MPH, but it was sunny and dry (I try not to go more than 10 MPH over the speed limit).
The second half was rain, well, drizzle. So I slowed to 10 mph under the speed limit. That was, until other motorcyclists, cars, and truck zoomed past me at the speed limit (80 MPH) or faster. So I brought it back up to the speed limit and didn’t have a problem.
When I got within 100 miles of the Red Roof Inn in Van Horn, TX, the temp was dropping down to the mid 50’s. I stopped for gas one last time, and I bought a coffee. Well, the coffee ended up being free. The guy behind the counter was probably thinking “What kind of dumb fuck rides a motorcycle in the rain?”
This dumb fuck. I’m a firm believer in riding the shit out of my bike.
Plus, this all makes me a bad ass. 🙂
Well, unless you see someone riding a wheelie across the whole US. The. Whole. Fucking. Country.