I just got back from almost two weeks on the road, had one of the best trips of my life, and thought I'd share some photos. I'm not as poetic at story telling as some of y'all, so bear with me.
I left San Marcos at 530am, having already prepped myself mentally that the first day (getting out of Texas) was going to suck. And it did.
Around Fort Stockton I got my first flat. It was 100* out, pavement was hot as a skillet, and my tires were as soft as butter. I pulled off I10 to the frontage when my rear started to dance back and forth, and discovered my rear flat. I had nothing to prop the bike up, so walked the frontage a bit looking for something suitable til I found a 2x4 about 12" long. I jammed it under the skid plate and I pulled a small piece of metal out, patched it, and rode on.
If any of you reading this now are one of the guys that rode passed me and didn't stop: NOT COOL!!!!
About two hours later I got my second flat. That time I managed to make it to a rest area, and was under shade cover at least.
I pushed on, and stopped just south of Hatch NM at 930pm. I rode to a campground, but the gates were locked. Still on the bike, I looked to my right and there was a guy standing in the dark next to a bike, locked out as well. He was a Scottsman, traveling the world on a 94 SupTen that had already circumnavigated the globe previously. The next morn, I dragged him into Hatch to dine on all things hatch chili. I was then hitting the NMBDR in TOC, and he was headed to SoCal, so we parted ways.
I left San Marcos at 530am, having already prepped myself mentally that the first day (getting out of Texas) was going to suck. And it did.
Around Fort Stockton I got my first flat. It was 100* out, pavement was hot as a skillet, and my tires were as soft as butter. I pulled off I10 to the frontage when my rear started to dance back and forth, and discovered my rear flat. I had nothing to prop the bike up, so walked the frontage a bit looking for something suitable til I found a 2x4 about 12" long. I jammed it under the skid plate and I pulled a small piece of metal out, patched it, and rode on.
If any of you reading this now are one of the guys that rode passed me and didn't stop: NOT COOL!!!!
About two hours later I got my second flat. That time I managed to make it to a rest area, and was under shade cover at least.
I pushed on, and stopped just south of Hatch NM at 930pm. I rode to a campground, but the gates were locked. Still on the bike, I looked to my right and there was a guy standing in the dark next to a bike, locked out as well. He was a Scottsman, traveling the world on a 94 SupTen that had already circumnavigated the globe previously. The next morn, I dragged him into Hatch to dine on all things hatch chili. I was then hitting the NMBDR in TOC, and he was headed to SoCal, so we parted ways.