Life sucks right about now. I chucked it in last night in Kerrville, and after I got into the room I found out the area was under a Flood Watch. Weather Bug showed the rain easing up at 3 am so I set the alarm for 4 and got about 5-6 hours of sleep.
I woke up to this:
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and a 100% rain prediction for most of the day. I don't mind riding in the rain, but I dislike it in the dark... in deer country... and with so much traffic around I can't use all my available candlepower to spot Bambi in advance.
The hotel has a made to order breakfast at the restaurant next door at 7. Sunrise is at 7:19, so I'm going to have a good meal and then hit the road.
I most likely will not make the 50 hour cutoff for the certificate, but I'm not going to be foolhardy about trying to get a piece of paper.
Now, the adventure so far... I got a hotel just 2 miles from my starting gas station which is only 1/2 mile from the beginning of I-8. However, the hotel was next to the departure flight path for San Diego's airport and I got minimal sleep during the day. I also had minimal sleep the prior night since I got to the hotel about 1 am and my internal clock woke me up at 5:30 am.
I was up at 11 pm. Packed and on my way by 12:05. Fueled and ready to go about 12:25 am. But... "See attendent for receipt"!!!! The pumps were lit up but the station was dark even though an OPEN sign was blazing in the window. I walked up to the door and sure enough, it was locked. But then I spied one of those bank teller drive-through windows, tapped on the glass and a guy came out from the back room to issue me my receipt.
Lesson learned: Don't top off the tank in case you need to move to another pump to get a receipt. I still had other options though, there was a Jack In The Box across the street where I could have gotten a receipt, or a local ATM. It doesn't have to be an actual fuel receipt (although that is preferred), it just has to have the date/time/address.
Coming in to Yuma I came around a curve to find a semi parked on the right shoulder so I dimmed my lights only to run across not one, but two tire gators the semi had just thrown off. Fortunately for me they were just partial sections of tread and not the entire tread section. It was still a harsh enough hit to knock loose my right side highway peg and give the bike quite a shimmy at the point of impact but I stayed upright.
Weather was great the entire trip until Ft Stockton. At that point the sprinkles started off and on, and then once the sun went down I was in constant rain, some light, some misting, and some moderate. Not being able to run at speed, not being able to see deer on the sides, and being tired (on the bike for 20 hours) I decided to call it a day when approaching Kerrville and saw signs for hotels.
I'll be back on the road in about 90 minutes and once I get to the east of San Antonio things should lighten up a bit.
I'll be leaving FL before Florence gets there, but depending upon its track, I may be dealing with rain for the next week. Ugh.