I road into the Sequoia National Forest...the roads go from gentle curving turns that you just relax into. Sitting back in my seat, the bike glides from one curve to the next. Just when I think you can relax and view the scenery, 41 jumps up and gets me involved. The road drops away to the left quickly and the bike reacts; I feel gravity plunge, the suspension and my stomach rise into my chest. Just as I get it together, the road banks hard right and the bike falls into line and the endorphins have raced into my system. The smell of dense forest decay and fresh sequoia growth fill my senses while the wind pours into my helmet. I force myself to look as far as I can through the next curve in anticipation of a new surprise and the mountain answers...the line disappears up and into the trees...along with my heart.
On my return ride to the campsite, I stopped for gas and well, you guessed it...too much time has passed since my last debacle and right after lunch, the Dragon reared her head! She started spitting and sputtering, then just cut out. I got her off the road before being run over. After coaxing her back to life, we limped back to our camp site where I began taking her apart!Apparently, a guy throwing motorcycle parts and tools around was not a noteworthy sight as no one around me seemed to notice or care. Before long, however, my next door neighbor strolled over.
"You alright over there?" he asked.
Rolling out from under Dragon, I explained my issue and that I was at a loss for how to fix it.
At this point, somewhat confused he asked, "How far do you have to go to get home?"
"Luckily, not far since I towed her just around the fence to the trailer," I said.
With a disapproving scowl on his face, he continued: "You trailered your bike? Then I guess you don't have to have it fixed immediately."
"I'm sure I'll be able to figure it out or find a mechanic somewhere who can. I just won't be able to do it without the manuals and light."
The sun was beginning to sink below the tree line as we spoke. "Well, I'm no mechanic so I won't be of any help. Besides, I just saw you laying sprawled out under the bike and I wanted to make sure you weren't hurt. Have a safe Drive Home," he said as he walked away.
Well, you just can't understand them all. You have to focus on understanding yourself and those you love. Everything else will work itself out.
After a few hours of research, I think I've found the answer. We'll see tomorrow after I rip the bike apart and disconnect the vent hoses for the gas tank...yet another story.
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