Detour…

I decided to try and make a 2-300 mile trek to visit my family this weekend, so I packed my gear, glanced at a map, and hit the road.
Another trip down the John Tyler highway, a rolling 2 lane stroll, alongside the James River, traveling on a 20 year old Harley… Pretty Awesome.
Post Hurricane Irene, the side of the road was scattered with debris and fallen trees, but the landscape was beautiful, crossing rivers, through woods, and past ripe cotton fields.
The Autumn air went from cool to warm as I passed through the shadows of tree clusters, and back to cool over the Chickahominy River, and so on and so forth.
Rolling through Historic, colonial cities on business routes, I got to see real life, before getting on Interstate 64, which was filled with construction, congestion, and more idiots on smart phones… That’s where things got Interesting.
After some seriously rough roads, graded pavement, bumps and such, I noticed the nob on my shifter had wiggled loose, and fallen off. No big deal, some hook toe shifting, and using my heal to down shift wasn’t that weird, until my front end started wobbling, like I was on a drawbridge. I wasn’t, I was on a paved highway, and I realized my front tire had gone flat. Sketchy. I pulled onto the shoulder, under a bridge, and Luckily ended up being only 9 miles from some friends with a truck…
My family visit didn’t work out, but my detour worked out pretty good anyhow. Burn Barrels, cold busch beers, 2 wheeled friends, and a wake up ride to Slades Park…
Oh but when I woke up in the morning and started taking the front wheel off my bike,so I could fix the flat tire, I noticed someone in the the front seat of the truck in the driveway… Sleeping. Naked.

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