man talk about a pain! my media slot on my PC decided that nothing plugged into it had anything on it, so I switched to old net book and downloaded sena pics to it but it would not upload to photobucket.
so I bought a new one.
took five hours to run all the updates to new one.
day started out good with a BEC biscuit at micky D's
didn't take us long to learn that when you mix a goldwing pulling a trailer with a stiff head wind you are going to be making frequent gas stops.
we got back going again and I decided to test the aim of the camera in my sena 10C I had just switched over to my new helmet.
a bit further down the road we came up on something interesting.
outside of sweet water I hit the block.
we nurse her in to the big city of Roscoe and from there to the out skirts of Sweetwater where after much beating, hammering and cursing we manage to get the wheel bent just enough to hold air.
I was not comfortable continuing on with the trip with a tire I could see the underside of the bead on.
we factored in we had started off a day early and decided to nurse the bike home and keep a eye on the tire pressure and once home get some sleep and depart bright and early with the trailer behind my car that would get nearly twice the gas milage the wing was getting pulling the trailer.
everything was going good till we hit the first gas stop on the return and I walked out of the store to see smoke pouring out from jeff's wing.
I had two choices, 1- start shooting video of what was looking like it would be a good fire right next to a gas pump, or 2- move my bike away from what was looking like it was going to be a good fire next to a gas pump.
I am sorry, I picked move my bike a safe distance away.
by the time my wounded bike was a safe distance away he had already ripped off side panel and ripped the ground wire off the battery stopping the smokes steady progress towards the battery and ruining a potential good video.
at this point we call Brian for a rescue and debate staying with plan B but decide not to tempt fate into throwing strike three our way.
and seeing as we wouldn't make it to Pie Town decide to do the next best thing. truck stop fried pie!