Saturday, February 20, 2010

GPS's aren't worth spit for telling the difference between paved and gravel.

At times, one finds oneself on a downward gravel slope, with a 900 lb. touring bike, in front of a sign that says "Primitive Road" and thinking, "damn, this is why the GS came about in the BMW engineering world".  Beauty was that there were 4 kids from the local farms on 2 dirt bikes and a quad watching to see if this fool was going to drop it or be a legend for a day (Hey Dad! This dummy was trying to get through old man Grangers driveway on this HUMONGOUS motorcycle and even got it back to G NW without dropping it!!  Oh, and what does BMW mean?")  Today was one of those, eh?

I survived, but some don't...

I won't laugh...
hehehehehehehehe.... (bad karma I know, hope Joan isn't there to scold me when it comes around).
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